(feat. H.A.W.K. , Will Lean)

This is my story G, day one on Southside
Southside 'til I diiii-iiie...

[Trae:]
It gotta be Southside, all up in your face
When I'm creeping and crawling, up out the states
I made nineteen years, and a candidate
No time to plex, I gotta stack my change
And working wood on the grain, in the turning lane
With a 18 thousand dolla, 'Sacci piece and chain
In the big body Benz, with the raw beam
Six inch TV's, when I drop the screens
Drop the top, sun fin to hit the fade
When I'm baller lining, I'm be a bate
Looking through my shit, watching yellow bones
And its whether or not, they be creeping my car
Going hard on weights, I gotta peep the game
I'm in a private plane, in a private lane
With 13 karats, in my pinky ring
On a pen and pad, I lace up the game
All on the radio, and on the TV
To the world premier, we on MTV
Plus so many n***as, really can't see me
Body rock the states, and p op up on three's
When I'm swang my 4's, I'm slamming candy do's
I'm on my P's and Q's, and I love this game
That's why, everybody wanna knock my hustle
We done just got rich, and went platinum man