Intro (Trap Or Die Mixtape)

Here i stand a grown ass man All by myself a grown ass man A young nigga with some grown ass plans But dont point fingers you dont know that man You dont know his heart you dont know his pain You ain't lookin through that scope you dont know his aim Minus all the videos, stickers and flyers Most of these rappers are composed of lies They can't help it they need some help Tell me what kind of nigga tell lies yourself Then turn around and tell them same lies his fans Disney world niggas in fantasyland I came to wake ya niggas up ya must be dreamin Your shit ain't addin up you ain't what you seemin You niggas outta order like soda machines And jeezy keep the colder like soda machines Yeeeeeaaaaa You ain't never seen them pies Im talkin so much white it'll hurt ya eyes Aaaaaaaaaay I really lived it man Counted so much paper it'll hurt ya hands From the trunks of the rental to the greyhound bus The same ol shit and adrenalin rush I tried to tell the people that the streets was watchin Same time be safe cause them peoples watchin Aaaaaaaaaay Two hundred thousand mixtapes later From the streets of the chat to the hoods in decatur Same young nigga made a killin with the snow Turned right around and made a killin with the flow Whole city at my shows they recite my words I guess they like the way that i receive them birds Prolly i go to jail for some of the shit i say Realest nigga ever done it breathin or dead Lets get it Two record deals radio still won't play me But i dont give a fuck cause the streets done made me They say i was affiliated with all the gangstas and dealers Fuck you thought i was gon do turn my back on my niggas And i can't slow down thats too close to stoppin Got err body askin when the album drop The hottest nigga in the city with no radio play When lets get it drop we see what you niggas will say Trap or die nigga