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TRAE lyrics : "No Help"

(feat. Z-Ro)

[Z-Ro:]

Don't come around my way, cause I don't need a
'Nother fat weather friend, with a trick up his sleeve
Acting like you really my ^!$$%, but he after my cheese

Y'all ^!$$%z get me congested, move around and let me breathe
I remember when you ^!$$%z, ain't want me to hit the weed
Now that I'm rapping, you see me and tell me to hit the weed

Thinking you can get a VIP pass, and get in free
But Joseph McVey, is enough company for me
Wanna kick it with me, cause I kick it with the high class

Y'all didn't wanna kick it, when I was down on my $$#
In my cordoroy britches, y'all was in Louis Vatone
Laughing and pointing at a ^!$$%, trying to ruin my fun

For using the millennium, or money by the ton
You ^!$$%z ain't help me get it, I did it with no one
$#&@ showing love back, I ain't showing none (y'all ^!$$%z don't have to)

Come to none of my shows, or buy none of my tapes
Cause who the hell should I support, I'ma still be straight
The less ^!$$%z around me, the better I can concentrate

When I came face straight, or open up my chest plate
It could be ya death date, get beside yourself
We ain't cool, I think you better rewind yourself

Before a cemetery, be where you can find yourself
So beat your feet, and let the do' close behind yourself
I don't need no friend, I don't need no broad

Only thing I need, is the help of the good Lord
Trying to kick it, but mother$#&@ers sing to hard
Cause I'ma be keeping it real, they gon be keeping it fraud

A hundred and fifty-two percent, are real with me
So instead of keeping my ^!$$%z, get the steel with me
I can do bad one deep, so I chill with heat ($#&@ y'all ^!$$%z)


[Hook:]
I don't need no help my ^!$$%, I can do bad on my own

And I don't need no company lil' mama, stop ringing my cellular phone
When I be down and out, nobody wanna come and kick it
I'm a nobody, until I can shine

So when my money is long, I don't need nobody to visit
Leave me lonely, like you did last time


[Trae:]
I'm a $$#hole, and I ain't trying to be rude
But I don't really give a damn, about none of y'all

You use to hate a ^!$$% tough, from way back in the day
First off, $#&@ each and every one of y'all
I be a loner on my own, alone hang with my chrome

These mother$#&@ers play, life so fraud
I peep game, to the T
Cause I don't want nobody, to catch a ^!$$% slipping on the Boulevard

And on the other hand, just to make matters worse
I feel, they want me headed to the grave
And I ain't ready to leave, I got my back planted against the wall

With a nine, about to misbehave
Same old %#@!, with a friend or a foe
Pack your %#@!, and get the $#&@ out the do'

Ain't no way, you hoes finna be a part of my life
A.B.N, is all that I know
You can try what you wanna, but I ain't gon fail

Look at me now, and all the %#@! that I sell
I'ma beat a ^!$$% trunk off, coast to coast
And everybody who doubt that, can go to hell

Sometimes I'm right, sometimes I'm wrong
And I don't give a $#&@, cause I'm in my zone
All that hate you got, it only make a ^!$$% strong

So I like how it feel, when I'm left all alone

[Hook]


[Trae:]
You must of thought I forgot, when I was stuck on the block

And I was broke, everybody laughed a lot
And now the tables have turned, you ^!$$%z fraud
And you know see Trae, with his foot up on the gas a lot

Cause I don't trust you ^!$$%z
Give me fifty feet, 'fore I rush you ^!$$%z
Move it around, cause I don't $#&@ with you ^!$$%z
To tell the truth, I'm allergic to you ^!$$%z
Asshole for life, until a ^!$$% fly

^!$$% don't stop, better go on pass by
And hoes, don't call my cellular phone
The only thing, that y'all know how to do is lie

[Z-Ro:]

Why y'all ^!$$%z wanna rob wanna steal, that ain't real
How the $#&@ I'ma kick it with you, you ain't gon get me killed
I done seen a lot of blood, on the battlefield
Even though I'm tired, I be climbing up the ladder still
Ain't nobody words gon hurt me, even if they dessert me

I'ma still be grubbing, and drink a drink when I'm thirsty
Just to be in my position, mother$#&@ers ain't worthy
So they feminine conversations, don't even disturb me
I'm a gangsta, don't need another ^!$$% to grade me
If I'm in trouble, don't need nobody to save me

Steady losing composure, like my kon folk Trae be
I'ma handle my bidness, ain't nobody else made me

[Hook x2]

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