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Trae Tha Truth - Im on 3.0 ft. T.I., Dave East, Tee Grizzley, Royce Da 5’9″, Curren$y, D.R.A.M., Snoop Dogg, Fabolous, Rick Ross, Chamillionaire, G-Eazy, Styles P, E-40 and Gary Clark Jr. [audio + lyrics] [Intro: Trae tha Truth] They say three times the charm, huh? I got ya [Verse 1: Trae tha Truth] Yeah, all gas, fast, livin' like somethin' was speedin' Ashy to classy, now I bless 'em like someone who sneezin' I'm only here to give 'em pressure, bitch, picture me squeezin' Against the world like I was Pac, wasn't nobody believin' Nothin' deceivin', know the truth, what the fuck you was needin'? Gather this evenin' for the one, reputation was steamin' Vision me gleamin' from the mud, ain't no point in you cleanin' I'm motivation for the ones who nobody was feedin' Automatic still give 'e the same kick Started the sideline, now I'm starrin' in game 6 Spit and make 'em replay it like they're stuck on the same disc Work, I give 'em new, never stretchin' the same brick Never the same chick, yeah I'm still on that same shit Cop me a new spot, tryna see where the plane fits Picture me with a crown, next to that where my name sits Galaxy in the ceilin' just to show 'em what fame gets (skip to verse 7) [Verse 7: Snoop Dogg] Wakin' up, feelin' good, rollin' through the neighborhood Do or die, every day, I lead 'em in a different way I don't take no mess, get it off of my chest I'ma be dressed to impress, no stress, fresh Off the east side, Trae called me up and said "Unc I'ma need you on the b-side" So I came through, ah, mic checked, one-two, uh Gettin' real funky, kinda smell like manure Eight cars, eight stars Return of the mack with these hot eight bars Flip through it, dip through it This is the shit that'll make you get to it Break down, give it up, pour it up Now drink it up, roll it up Light it up, how you feel, y'all? See you in high definition with a mothafuckin' real Dogg [Verse 8: Fabolous] And every day I'm on And if I wasn't, then why would I say I'm on? Get an Em and get low, that's the Dre I'm on Get a B in blue, that's the Jay I'm on They on sidelines watchin' what play I'm on I call a audible, that's what a baller do They keep askin' me, is there more to do? Well ain't water wet? Well then it's more to get To my shorty's set, and his shorty's set This game ain't over, it's more quarters left I gotta rep my city, do it for the set I gotta talk my shit until I'm short of breath 'Cause the world is full of niggas tryna off your on switch Tryna find a place that your coffin gon' fit Me and my niggas on some confidente shit And we ain't really feelin' that off and on shit, I'm on [Verse 9: Rick Ross] Maybach Music Chasin' paper, starin' out the casket Was a stunna 'til they froze all the assets Killers at your neck 'til you cut a check You talkin' 'bout the money, nigga, where it's at? Cars for my dogs, do it for the cause Right back here tomorrow, nigga, inshallah Prayin' on my knees, do it for the keep Do it for the team, or I'ma let it be [Verse 10: Chamillionaire] Chamilitary mane They thought I was done, but really I ain't even stress it Just look at all the dough I got invested Two years and two billion dollar exits And now your relevance ain't lookin' that impressive (it ain't) So glad we ain't gotta chase relevance And I would like to thank the dead presidents For not livin' forever-ever, forever-ever For all of them that passed, I've been gettin' paid ever since Be okay, still paid, still stackin' it (skip to verse 13) [Verse 13: E-40] Ayy Trae, let the councilor speak E-40! The best that ever did it and got away with it Let the councilor speak Not a septic tank, but I'm with the shit On my coast, I'm the topic and the subject Where I'm from it's hella squeeze and heathens' guns bust I wish that TD Jakes would come and pray for us They pimpin', they flockin', they like to steal and rob Backdoor their loved ones, inside job That's why I stay with a stapler, a baby tomahawk Life or death situations in case I gotta pop I made a promise to the lord that I'ma keep it funky Never switched, never sell my soul for money I always been for right, maybe that's what's wrong Now I'm on like the most requested song Since a teen, I was doin' my thing, magazine On the 1300 block, we had a machine I had a quarter mil' at the age of 19 In the kitchin' cookin' birdies with no wings The best rappers come from the gravel, the slums Empty rack with spaghetti sauce jars rockin' up crumbs It ain't easy bein' on for 30 years to see the glitter and glamour But not the blood, sweat and tears I'm an old ass youngsta, bruh, I'm a vet Sick Wid It Records, sellin' cassettes before the internet I never made a mixtape in my life But one day I'ma do it for my fans, the people that saved my life I'm on [Chorus: D.R.A.M., Gary Clark, Jr., & Mark Morrison] I'm on, I'm on Please Like, Comment & Subscribe for more videos from KB Studios... Thanks 4 Watching :) Contact Us: kbstudios777@gmail.com