[Intro: DJ Cammy]
The season has returned
DJ Cammy!
Reglobal now
Anniversary Trae tha Truth
All do this From the Hood
Misssinner!
[Verse1: Trae tha Truth]
Yeah, real talk for my n*ggas on the block
I been wrecking for a second, but I promised that I wouldn't stop
I been in it with my n*ggas, for a long time
But they gotta give it to me, cause they know I wouldn't drop
Same n*gga, with the flow
Same n*gga that'll spin a n*gga's ass up, throw his ass in the trunk
I'm a representative, for the as*h*les
Try to run up on me, I'll teach a n*gga how to stunt
Southwest, you better get your hands up
'Fore I send a wave of n*ggas, that'll hit your man's up
While you wanna-be thugs, better pull your pants up
Then the sh*t, hit the fan
Then I f*ck, your fans up
These n*ggas, really got a n*gga f*cked up
Hating motherf*ckers, I'll show you what the beef is
Show you n*ggas how to lose teeth, keep running off at the mouth
And I can show you n*ggas, what the sleep is
Better give it up, when you hear the name Trae
When I hit the block in black, your ass better pray
Tell the five in the hood, I don't play
And I got more n*ggas, in the slugs
In the tip, of a K
And I run with the C's, and the B's on the block
And the G's, and few B.D.'s on the block
And I kept it real, so I got the keys to the block
I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the blockI'll put it on the pack, and I'll ride for it first
n*gga jump, gonna be the first n*gga that'll slide for it
They don't wanna see me in a zone, when I try for it
Any real n*gga, stand up and get an eye for it
Cause I'm oh so real, though homie
And I'm next in the line, finna show the world what it was
H-Town, till the death
Intuition of a n*gga named Pac, finna let it rain for the thugs
[Interlude: DJ Cammy]
We do this for the hood!
We do this for the street!
We do this for the ghetto!
There's a whole lot of hood superstars on this standard!
This the All the Power Of standard!
I'm the hood maestro of this hood music!
DJ Cammy!
Reglobal now~! Misssinner!
[Verse2: Reece]
Somebody better give me the crown, these n*ggas out of line
And I see, I gotta put 'em in they place
Everyday it be the same old sh*t, I gotta click on a b*tch
I don't really, wanna pay another case
Whey they n*ggas wanna try a n*gga, like a n*gga soft than a b*tch
I'll lean on a n*gga, like Boss on a switch
Better chill, 'fore I get to going off on a b*tch
Lace the Nike's, and break a n*gga jaw in this b*tch
Everybody, wanna know about the South
But I promise, you n*ggas'll wanna take another route
A.B.N., fin to hit a n*gga's ass in the drought
In the town right now, (no doubt)
If you got a problem with Trae, let's get it on
Iggy on lock, so I'm back in a zone still packing the chrome
I was late for the hood, so I'm bad to the bone
Since I roll on the block, it's half of the bone
sh*t just got wrong, you can hear it in my tone
(I'm p*ssed), but I'm still moving along
Yeah Jay'Ton, still grooving along
So the n*ggas in the blue, got love for the Home
For the H, and the West state
I"ll put it on a n*gga, in the worst way
That'll be your worst day, and I put it on Trae
Motherf*ckers better get in a line, or the dirt where you gon lay
This right here, for my n*gga named Nick
In a hospital bed, half gone
I'll run up on a b*tch n*gga, who that out that shout out
Feel I gotta hit his ass, with the chrome
Nothing less, R-E-S-T-L-E double S
Stress, got a n*gga on amp
So I gott mob for life, like 24/7
And I promise, I'm about to be the champ
[Interlude 2: DJ Cammy]
I know this one trae
A years ago
In 2006
We from the hood
Reglobal! Misssinner!
[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
T-Dollaz and Mac Meezy
Why the f*ck I am doing my G
Rest In Peace to Mac Miller
Mo Money Mo Problem
To say hi f*ckin about the way morning
I’m about say Yo, who dat boy? Who him is?
Him that ni-guh, I swear
Stand out guy, him don't need no chair
Well, where the f*ck him at? 'Cause n*gga, I'm right here
I’m booked out until August
Show money deposits
See the sh*t then I cop it
Got but a house note in my pocket
I Don’t give a f*ck
I don’t f*ck wit that
1992 and 1993 and 1991
Nobody else Deal with it Mother f*cker
[Interlude 3: DJ Cammy]
Rest In Peace to Mac Miller
We The Best
Reglobal, let's go
I rep my city
n*gga, I rep my city
Reglobal! Misssinner!
[Verse 4: Joyner Lucas]
Ride n*ggas wanna war, Cheers n*ggas on the floor, 11 n*ggas on the porch
12 killers wanna war, 13 carnivores, 14 Labradors, 15 dinosaurs, 16 Avatars
17 bombs or grenades at your rental car, 18 ways you can die when you have it all 19 I'm willing to die for this sh*t 20 Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang
Whole lotta people need to hear this
Hold up mind you’re f*ckin business
Far So hard Mother f*ckers
This is not f*ckin Acceptable
That is bro that is not fake
They using my name for clickbait
f*ckin' on your b*tch, she a thot, thot
b*tch you got a me and us n*gga
[Outro: Dj Crammy]
It's the DJ Cammy prove it
Big dog Hustler
A.K.A. WE THE BEST!
A.K.A. sh*t on n*ggas dot-com
Reglobal! Misssinner!