Текст песни Trae f Shyna, T.C. - Life on Da Edge
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(*talking*)Ah-ha, we doing it one more time ya heard meMan the streets in me, the streets done made meI grew up thugging, believe thatMe and Trae, we gon riot this yearY`all gon respect that to the fullest, man lookWe doing it like this here, check the peoples out man look[Hook: Shyna]It`s kinda hard to maintain, living like a true soldierLiving life on the edge, has got me so caught upIt`s kinda hard to maintain, living like a true soldierEveryday is a test, and I just won`t give up[Trae]I remember back in the day, I was confused as a childAnd never thought that I would grew up, to be this wildI`m living life on the edge, to maintain is my jobThey wanna see me crack under pressure, but giving in this too hardThey better get they army to swarm me, thinking they taking me outI been a soldier out the gates, so fuck what you talking aboutGuerilla Maab till I`m leaving, Trae, Dougie D and Z-RoCall it what you wanna, you plex and you`ll be six feet belowCause I been insane living, ever since my brother was goneFinally facing up with the truth, that he ain`t coming back homeI know it`s wrong moving on, and though it seems the game`ll never changeI don`t knock, I gotta be strapped with a shank and a glockCause niggas be crucial on my blockAnd ain`t no way they taking my stripes, I ain`t going out without a fightUnless they catch a nigga, sleeping in the nightAnd even still there ain`t no killing me, even if I dieI bet the world fin to remember me, a real nigga from the streets[Hook][T.C.]I`m out chea cousin, rioting and thuggingYou could catch me in the hood, grinding and hustlingThe streets mad me, all the radios play meAin`t no turning back, ain`t no nigga could fade meI`m still on a cash route, and I`m in a tight situationDog, the ball blast outStill pulling masks out, at any timePlay with me whodi, you buy it and never findBitches make them cop callsWhile my money keep the cops off, got Trae postedWith a Mack, `case anything pops offI`m a made man young hustler, ain`t no wankster in meWhen I riot duck, that`s that gangster in meHead buster, got them people talkingI`m playing with a six shot, I`ma fuck off this some whodiCause the streets too hot, too hot[Hook][Trae]Even nothing but the devil running me hot, and I`m going crazyAll the shit that I be facing, is what got me turning shadyThey tell me to keep my head up, and it`s easy for them to sayCause they ain`t going through what I`m through, each and every dayWhen you living like I`m living, and the block get bledRunning from the cops, praying them niggas never leave for deadCause I done seen it from every way, where the thugs and killas playA nigga from around the way, that`ll be strapped down with a KAnd ain`t trying to murder nobody, I just wanna live my lifeAnd I can`t focus on my life, when these motherfuckers be shifeAnd I be searching for another way, please watch over TraeHeavenly Father guide me out, so I can live another dayI gotta hold on, everything I got on the lineSurviving is what I`ma do, so I`ma ride behind mineLike it was all that I had, or it be all that I gotEven if I lose everything, it just ain`t in me to stop[Shyna]I`m trying so hard, to maintainKnowing my life, will never be the same - 2x[Hook](*singing*)