Long Time Ago

[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth] It ain’t no game, when I rip it I rip it for the south I’m in the sixty where these niggas’ll run in your house They get that money, do they best just to run in your spouse Late night, call it murder, they taking it out Diamonds in the safe, got plenty more in my mouth I’m in the kitchen cooking hard but I’m playing with soft Pussy niggas [?], I’m here for the south I’m only talking horsepower, you see the exhaust Any time you see me movin’ I’ma swing on ‘em I got the city on vibe, they gon’ flame on ‘em I’m here to hurt a hater’s feelings nigga, pain on ‘em I remember who I am, I never change on ‘em ABN, gang gang, nigga checks up Fuck niggas playin’ foul I’ma take somethin’ I tried to tell ‘em it was easy, I’ma break somethin’ Chain on, I’ma make they ass respect somethin’ [Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth] Catching plays in that four story loft Broke nigga why you talkin’, where your boss? Gimme everything, I don’t take a loss Play with me and I’ma send ‘em through your mouth Eight chains on like I’m in the chain gang Lil breadwinner T on the same thing Got me feeling so fly, I’m on the same plane I know my niggas on lock, tryna maintain I’ma hit ‘em with a [?], money on the books All I ever knew was killers and a bunch of crooks Got a thousand pounds of green and a bunch of books They for the gram, I ain’t talking ‘bout a bunch of books Still keep that money like Big Jew Four cars full of niggas, what that shit do? Late night, [?], still come through This screwed up shit, ain’t nothin’ new [Verse 3: T.I.] Been gone, we had a real strong demo Rap crew wasn’t [?] these, new rental A nigga really got it, no trappin’, no cappin’ Bust a [?] homi, and it saved my package Got an attitude problem and I’m real big-headed Bring another bitch to fulfill this fetish Man I know a lot of niggas wanna kill this Still this shit that I’m kicking is the real [?] Never gave two fucks, nigga stayed booed up Nigga you ain’t drinkin’ lean, it don’t take two cups You never comin’ with the money, want a date, booked up They would shake down a nigga but they ain’t shook up Not fakin’ now nigga, bitch you can’t fool us Triple OG cool with the new-schoolers Me and [?] shooting pool, motherfucking fool Tell a bitch you ain’t shit if you ain’t get screwed up