(feat. Charlie Berry)



[Hook x2: Charlie Berry]

I know a lot of haters, wanna see me gone

But I think, you better move on

If you wanna plex, then let's get it on

But I think, you better move on



[Trae]

Now that I'm grinding, I know a lot of hatas wanna see me gone

But I know they need to be moving on, somebody done told em wrong

About this Dirty 3rd block bleeder, who on the block full time

And now he got out of lock down, from coming out of hard times

A hundred percent with raw rhymes, never ever will I let them fade me

You better come with another raw plan, cause grinding in my blood baby

And it ain't no switching up the game, either way I'm gon get mine

Somebody, better get up out the throne

Cause that seat right there, finna be mine

I'm coming for the crown, so y'all better lay it down

I've been here from the jump, and when y'all leave I'ma still be around

Y'all ain't messing with Trae, I'm too hard to play with you cats

Coming at me sideways, I will run back and lean on you cats

You don't wanna take it to that other place, in these streets I'm forever safe

It's my turn so you better wait, all you niggaz get up out my space

'Fore I get to tripping, I don't trust none of you haters

And fuck a friend I throw the deuce, ain't no seeing you later



[Hook x2: Charlie Berry]



[Trae]

I know the key to the city make it

And knowing you could never take it

Better get out the way, when Trae come out

And get a hell of a Guerilla, under-rated

Never operated, now I'm coming with it

When I spit, you know ain't no fucking with it

If you want it, I'm telling you come and get it

Everytime I come out, you fin to feel it

Ain't no way, that I'm fin to give up what I got

It's been a long time, to get on top

Knowing my pain, it's never gon stop

It really don't matter, because it got me hot

And that's how I take it, my foot on the gas full speed

Myself is all I need, I gotta provide to feed my seed

And if you think of stopping that

I'm letting you know, I ain't having that

I'm running right through you, to leave you flat

I gotta get paid, and that be that

Cause I'm a gladiator, renegator out the gutter

And living it, made me tougher

Hard times, done made me rougher

I guess that's what it is, that turned me out to be a man

I guess my hustle had me, keeping cash off in my hand

My older brother showed me, how to be everything that I am

And now I'm grinding everyday, I gotta ride for the fam



[Hook x2: Charlie Berry]



[Trae]

It's on the real, these niggaz don't want no drama with Trae

They wanna bump in they place, so I stepped up in the game

Now they running away, if they wanted to see me

They wouldn't stop till they find me, I can handle my bidness

One on one, and now I'm leaving not one of my niggaz behind me

Cause I can hold my own, the belt I'm fin to be taking home

Undisputed and known, to make a nigga wanna going on

And find another occupation, the rap game ain't for fake

A few of the real niggaz still free, that don't give a damn about your hate



[Charlie Berry]

Everyday seems like they try

To stop my grind, everyday they sit and pray

Everyday, go away [x2]



[Hook x2: Charlie Berry]



[Charlie Berry singing]