[Chorus: Tobe Nwigwe]
Look, I'm ten toes down when you see me in my city
I'm the truth, I got juice, I keep tools when its friction
My flow ignant, my flow nasty, every beat I touch a casket
My flow shaba, I'm boombastic, ain't too many cut from this fabric
Y'all, make some noise for Trae tha Truth

[Verse: Trae the Truth]
How the vocabulary flips, set the record like it was Guinness
Finish any track, go to hit 'em like it was tennis
If you timid, then the flow get to runnin' like it's a scrimmage
Lyrically, I'm murder for hire, but let 'em witness
Man down, who gon' get 'em up? Try to sit 'em up
Thinkin' 2Pac "Hit 'em Up" how I lit 'em up
Eat a rapper any day, when I finish, spit him up
Track god, this the Heaven flow, 'bout to send him up
Give me the beat, I'm finna speak, make 'em retreat, put 'em to sleep
I'm in they face, look at the pace, flow is nasty like a freak
Never defeat, I am a champ, tell 'em repeat, I'm in it deep
Higher fashion, nothin' cheap, nightmares like I was Meek
This the W, I use it for wins and for the west
Truth is never ended up second, I been the best
Leave reality to pull up and get 'em, I been the stress
Yeah, my words bulletproof, you would think they live in a vest

[Chorus: Trae tha Truth & Tobe Nwigwe]
Look, I'm ten toes down when you see me in my city
I'm the truth, I got juice, I keep tools when its friction
My flow ignant, my flow nasty, every beat I touch a casket
My flow shaba, I'm boombastic, ain't too many cut from this fabric
Look
[Outro]
*cheering*