Trae Tha Truth, 50/50 Twin - I Hold My Own lyrics

I hold my own, I ain't worried bout you
M-O-E is what it is, when I do what I do
Money over everything, except family and God
Heater on my lap, swanging down the boulevard

I never knew that it would be later
But I'm living proof
Fo' clips and a click of gorillas
Can show the world the Truth
So they say my attitude
Is the reason I won't make
It out Houston Texas
I'm a Asshole to the death
Huh better leave me in Houston Texas
I ride for the one and only, Mr robert Davis
Who AKA the King of the H
So you niggas know who the greatest
Don't make me watch what happened
It ain't no more doing no songs
Until they give that at me touched
And I still feel like you in the wrong
They better get back cause I'm
Back in the zone
I pack chrome blown no better
Give me my space
Unless you wanna see em I get
Deep when I'm about to click
Giving hands to your face ain't too much
Niggas done got me back to the
Corner ready to for the mail
I wanna get to heaven
But right now I'm still
Creeping through hell
That's why it's finna be drama
Till the day that I decide
That I'm sick of giving em drama
Niggas gon learn a arrogant Asshole
Can really be a problem to motherfuckers
Empty the clip, and get to squabbing you
Motherfuckers for real

Don't get beside yourself nigga
Unless you wanna suffer the consequence
I promise you bout to get beat the fuck up
For trying to push your confidence
The pain is a given
But still I choose to play
It even against the odds
I'ma be one to take the chance
Put these niggas off in
They place like broads half of the time
It be the hate to make these
Niggas think they can try ya
Till they see you bout your gangsta
Now they ass scared to get by ya
Gorillas don't play
Even amongst eachother we gon be
Fuck around and I call the coach
Just watch how fast you lose your teeth
I'm heated and on the daily
I wake up on the wrong side of the bed
From what they said
Off of my actions I'll be headed for dead
It is what it is
No excuse and no apologizing
Just dedication from the fuck you finger
I'm emphasizing i'm ABN
I make my own rules to live the streets
Ford and Berry got a problem
Cause he done all that ain't
Gon stop the heat it's gonna be a ride
So it's best to buckle your belt together
Fuck Sonny bitch
You about to witness some crucial weather

Hot days under the sun, voice meter pack guns
Refusing to tuck my tail
Turned me into a Don
Many missions are to come
I feel like they won
Me losing a fight ever, I recall one
Northside to the South, real recognize real
My words touch your gut
Then you feel like I feel
This SLAB and Roc-4-Roc
Why stop cause a hater hate
Camera on the bumper
Peeping robbers as I navigate
Agitate or eritate 50, is a no no
Leave your ass laying on the street
Like a hobo
Tipping on five fo's, one on the trunk
Six 15's bump, make my rearview jump
License plate not crooked
Looking good gripping wood
It's the same in every hood
Time to eat and get full
Hustle till I fall asleep
Then I dream about money
Money talk bullshit walk, you fronting