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Tha Rejectz, Trae tha Truth & Cal Wayne
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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tha Rejectz
Performer
Trae tha Truth
Performer
Cal Wayne
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jackboy Dee
Songwriter
Frazier Othel Thompson III
Songwriter
Cal Wayne Killa
Songwriter
ANTONIO SAENZ
Songwriter
Jermaine Devon Smith
Songwriter
Ramish Damone Johnson
Songwriter
MYKEAH PICKETT
Songwriter
Lyrics
I've been tryin' to keep my peace, man
Where your hood, where your corner, where your block at?
CTP, where the water and the rocks at?
One-way in, come through, get piped at
Where the **** stayin', that's where he get griped at
Tested, I'm on the back streets I grew one deep
Strap on my laptop, dope up on the front seat
A minute to my sister, **** know but come see
Hands hit real hard in the streets
It's like this, look, if it ain't real, I don't feel him
A part of me be tellin' me to chill
But a part of me be still wanna get him
A part of me be sayin' let him live
But a part of me be still wanna kill him
I don't know what I be feelin'
But I'm knowin' I don't feel what I see
**** ain't never did shit for me
Ain't even let me sit at the table
Ain't give a fuck if a **** said grace
They ain't want me to eat
Tell the blog **** chill
Try and get my partner on this channel
Just to talk about my partner
That ain't real, how a pimp feel
It's like disrespectin' **** name
When you **** go and call that shit trill
I just pop pills, thinkin' how my niece got killed
And how that shit wearin' on wheels
And how I know he wanna make the pain go away
But I'm knowin' that that pain ain't never gon' heal
It's somethin' he gotta feel
Shit, gotta feel
It's somethin' he gotta feel
Gotta feel
Hey, when the cars go out there
I'm just ridin' with the numbers
Shit was real
Shit was real
I'm on the back streets, I'm slidin' with the members
Lovin' the streets, they love me, I was in them
Keep my peace, cause I don't wanna have to get them
Keep it away, if it ain't real, I don't feel them
I'm on the back streets, I'm slidin' with the members
Lovin' the streets, they love me, I was in them
Keep my peace, cause I don't wanna have to get them
Keep it away, if it ain't real, I don't feel them
Though I'm winnin' every day, got a lot to lose
All these **** in my business, they got me confused
All that bumpin' on the net, they gon' fuck up my mood
Wanna give me opposition, or fuck up my food
**** playin' with my name, for a whole lotta views
If I ever get them, it's gon' be a whole lotta news
Got them **** in they feelings, every time I make a move
When I stand on business, feel like it's a whole lotta shoes
I ain't really fuckin' with ****, bitch, I'm a reject
Let them try to run it back, bet I put the **** on reset
I'm authenticated, you **** out here a defect
All they talkin', I don't wanna hear that, I get them ejected
**** better get they ass in business, before I give it to em
I been really tryin' to be at peace, with them **** doin'
On the cool, I don't wanna be there, nobody wait
I been trippin' with the devil, tell the bitch he better pray
So everything I love
Boy, you determined to make me crash out, huh?
I'll forgive em
It don't matter what they do
Cal Wayne
Hey, look, I don't want no trouble, don't speak of my name
Tell the Jack Boys let me keep my chain
Or it could be a bunch of motherfuckers in the middle of the street
Hold a sign sayin' free Cal Wayne, I can tell
You **** never took no L
Never stepped foot inside a jail
Ain't been in the water with no real killer whales
Only person think you a fool is your gal
You **** ain't hard
You **** ain't walk through the wall
You **** ain't makin' no noise
You ain't had your dope kicked in
Brought into the interrogation room for a homicide charge
Nah, I don't want no beef
Goin' live when you slide to the police
This the longest time that I ever been out here on these streets
Doin' time since 03
So please, bro, give me a pass
Why you **** so hard, so mad?
Get out your feelings, ****, get in your bag
Know about you, but I'm really gon' crash
I say please, bro, give me a pass
Why you **** so hard, so mad?
Get out your feelings, ****, get in your bag
Know about you, but I'm really gon' crash
Ghetto!
I'm on the back streets, I'm slidin' with the members
Lovin' the streets, they love me, I was in them
Keep my peace cause I don't wanna have to get them
Keep it away, if it ain't real, I don't feel them
I'm on the back streets, I'm slidin' with the members
Lovin' the streets, they love me, I was in them
Keep my peace cause I don't wanna have to get them
Keep it away, if it ain't real, I don't feel them
I wish I could have a real talk with Lil John
I'm tryin' to find peace, but my mind in the slums
Dealin' with some bullshit I'm tryin' to overcome
I ain't forgot about Grim doin' life in the joint
Man in the mirror with a complex vision
Devil talkin' to me, I ain't really tryin' to hear
And God talkin' to me, and he showin' me the difference
I wanna let him make it, but I still wanna clip him
It's smoke, and we go, it's on
Project Baby in the trap how I'm livin' heavy
Ever seen a homicide right where he stay
Lock my trust in the courtroom when I seen Snake turn state
Satisfy all this right-hand man
My brother doin' 15 summers, boy, 23 at one
My mama prayin' that they free him from the can
We was brought up in the jets, life came with the scene
Our life sacrifice came with rubber bands
Yeah, we really have emotion, Wayne, that's why they mad
And ain't no **** ridin', please let me be a trapper
I don't want no smoke with your ****, y'all cap
I done really seen war, Instagram ain't a fact
The internet **** wanna trick a **** off the street
You know I don't go, devil, get off me
You know we pray for the sunshine on our side
Cause now we know what street life and gunfire
That's worth the loot
Earned over matter, and money over bitches
Over bein' sold, broke the money, turnin' your religion
Prayin' it all go right with this life that I'm livin'
I see how they'll stab you in the back just to get it on
Puttin' heads to the seat, tell him sit back
I replace the hunger with the muscle like a six-pack
If he ain't born real, ain't no way that we can fix that
One calls to the members on dispatch
Rip the wings off and turn into a reaper
I was used to the death by the time we lost Felicia
I was long gone when they realized I was a keeper
They had to follow me to know that I'm a leader
Just cause they don't know you, they don't mean you a reject
Yes, I'm a member of my project
You ain't talkin' money, then it's time to change the subject
Alibi for the real, I never cared if they a suspect
Written by: ANTONIO SAENZ, Cal Wayne Killa, Frazier Othel Thompson III, Jackboy Dee, Jermaine Devon Smith, MYKEAH PICKETT, Ramish Damone Johnson
