Lyrics Trouble – TIP Jeezy Boosie

This that T.I
Money rolls, cars, and clothes
Man this that Jeezy
Trap or die, that still the G code

Gresham Road Day, niggas poppin’ wheelies
Yoppers in the book bag, a bitch’ll get it
If I want pills, if I want molly, I want drink partner
Then I get pills, then I get molly, I get drink partner
Duct Tape to the death of me, it’ll never change
I’m a real mob nigga, swear that to the grave
How you question my paranoia, I done been betrayed
Why the fuck these niggas snitching never getting slayed?
Why the good die young every damn day?
I wonder why niggas can’t stay off in they own lane
Be yourself, my nigga sucking up on home game
I be repping like I’m courtside at a home game

This that T.I
Money rolls, cars, and clothes
Man this that Jeezy
Trap or die, that still the G code
And I’ma keep it all the way live when I kick it
This that Boosie, sometimes be in my feelings

Money rolls, cars and clothes
Still on that same shit, that’s how it goes
Trap or die ’cause you gon’ starve if ain’t shit sold
Trap or die man you gon’ starve if ain’t shit sold
You don’t know my struggle
I could tell you all type of stories
Seen the ups, seen the downs, the hatred, the glory
Seen the murders, had the whips, bitches who was gorgeous
Niggas sold me out for misdemeanor charges
Boy I learned early that these niggas don’t be solid
Bitches keep it realer than they will, I’m giving knowledge
You was in that house, I’m in the field getting it popping
MMB a Zone 6 boy for real, I got no option

This that T.I
Money rolls, cars, and clothes
Man this that Jeezy
Trap or die, that still the G code
And I’ma keep it all the way live when I kick it
This that Boosie, sometimes be in my feelings
This that T.I
Money rolls, cars, and clothes
Man this that Jeezy
Trap or die, that still the G code
And I’ma keep it all the way live when I kick it
This that Boosie, sometimes be in my feelings