I could say I'm racked up, wearing Gucci and Prada
But, what's the odds when you coming from the bottom
Worked, hard as she could, I owe it to my mama
It could of been days I didn't eat but I'm thankful for my grandma
My parents didn't work out but my pops he never ran out
He was there, even though he wasn't, I'm starting to understand now
My grandpops always tell me work hard, pride is all you got
Always look a man in his eyes and never let 'em see you cry
Young midwest nigga coming out that Tri State
They could have a hundred killas, still wouldn't try Trae
I could tell you 'bout that snub nose with extended clips
Mossbergs that open up wider than Angelina lips
That Mac, gotta box, a hundred shots, with a cooling kit
That mothfucka pass out more shots than the Ocean Mist
Hear these pussy niggas talkin', I ain't really listening
These niggas Mr. Hanky cause they ain't really saying shit
Competition just abandon, they know that they can't fuck with me
That's N.O., cause they know I got more bars, then New Orleans
Bitches always ask me like, Trae why you so mean?
Cause I'm bout my bread like Sesame and grouchy when it come to green
I was low key, just doing me and minding mines
Other than my kicks, I don't like to flex alot
And, I don't like to stress alot and money seem to calm my nerves
Told my mama I was gone make it and she took my word
Niggas in my circle was shady, they was throwing curves
I had to learn patience, to sit back, in order to drive the curve
Now it's now squares in my circle, yall can not be round
Now my team set and we here, to put on for my town