Artist: Trae Album: Tha Truth Song: Determined Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) G'eah, uh, ok [Trae] It's been hard to enjoy a smile, when your life off track Most of my people flew to heaven, damn I still ain't packed I been searching for better days, like my shit been jacked My last fire didn't heal, I'm trying to get that back I done built one hell of a story, trying to get that sack So many nights hanging on corners, like a fucked up rack But everything fall on the floor, I'm trying to keep shit tacked I pray I don't go in reverse, and have to whip that crack I done witnessed too many switches, so my days don't trust shit My spirit stays under pressure, trying to hold so much shit Devil around the corner, guess he still on that fuck shit Been fighting since I was 12, hell I still ain't done shit Everyone counting on me, hope my numbers don't fall short I'm still better than snakes, coming at me in all sorts Trying not to get bit, I gotta win like all sports Still trying to sail a ship, when they closed off all ports (*talking*) G'eah, I see it But they gon' have to see me too, check it [Trae] Kinda hard to vision a dream, when you stuck in a nightmare Everything point against ya, love just don't fight fair Enemies playing angels, only hoping your life spare Sick of walking these shoes, I'm trying to find me the right pair Streets yelling out king, I guess I'm still in the right chair Trying to delete my circle, 'fore it's got by the right square Being chosen ain't dead, though it gave me a light scare Feel like everyone watching, even if it's a light stare Looking at everyone who said fuck me, I gotta fade em And what they on don't apply, if I trip out can't no one save em I know I'm in God's favor, therefore I could never hate em Just issue on what the business is, shake em up till I wake em Don't wait on me, my ride is in motion Trying to make it when my kids turn 17, they was toasting Seen too many ticket fares, so I just focus on coasting I've acquired to be greatness, of this show I was hosting (*talking*) G'eah it's a trip ain't it, it's all good nigga I'm still at it nigga g'eah, I'm on it [Trae] My inner spirit keep telling me Trae, you are not a loser Go on lose them niggaz in traffic, and get em for what they do's ya Niko is getting older, walking talking and laughing And talking shit at the same time, funny how time is passing Lil' Jared is fly as a hawk I know them girls gon' be in trouble, you can tell when he talk It ain't a game, Baby Houston is a star I can feel it Give him a year, I swear he gon' be hot as a skillet I know my life ain't been the best, but I can say I'm alive I'm thanking God that I ain't die, I'm out here trying to survive A lot of people see me hurting so they turned away, went about they bid'ness I came in this alone, so I'm gon' be that when I finish I pray to get out the hood, this lil' nigga that could I say it ain't all bad, I'm just trying to make it for good Mama told me to win I'ma do my best, just so I could make her proud 'Fore either one of us, make it to a cloud (*talking*) And I'ma do that, for real Bet your life on that one, come on I got it, tell them niggaz watch me Ha-ha, tell them niggaz watch me G'eah, tell them niggaz watch me I tried to tell em watch it