Trae Tha Truth Sware Im Lyrics

[Intro - Trae tha Truth]
Uh
It's crazy when they ain't got no idea what you been through just to get to where you goin'
Shook
f*ck 'em

[Hook - Trae tha Truth]
Day after day, tryna stay out the way, but I still gotta pray, 'cause I feel like I'm fallin'
I reach out to God tryna talk on the daily, I know I can't hear him but still tryna call him
I need a blessing, I feel like I'm stressing, no point in me restin', I feel like it's stallin'
Still ain't give up with this pressure I'm haulin', they left me alone, I was watching them ballin'
Day after day, tryna stay out the way, but I still gotta pray, 'cause I feel like I'm fallin'
I reach out to God tryna talk on the daily, I know I can't hear him but still tryna call him
I need a blessing, I feel like I'm stressing, no point in me restin', I feel like it's stallin'
Still ain't gave up with this pressure I'm haulin', they left me alone, I was watching them ballin'
[Verse 1 - Trae tha Truth]
Know if I spot 'em, I feel like I got 'em, now'days I been winning, them niggas been losin'
Mind on my business, I stay on they neck like a chiropractor, bitch, I know what I'm doin'
If it's money, bitch, I get to pursuin'
Niggas talkin', why the f*ck is they suin'?
Havin' motion, yeah I feel like I'm movin'
They painted pictures but they shit done got ruined
Hold-up mission, ain't nobody gon' stop 'em
You lyin', king, like Hakuna Matata
In my way I gotta get 'em up outta
I'm rakin' through chips like I'm Erik Estrada
Bitch, I gotta, cause I feel like a lotta—
Niggas weak they see jail for ciabatta
Never scared, but I gotta get bread
I feel like track the way I run up a dollar
I got the muscle, it's all in my hustle
You get a reaction, bitch you gon' be famous
Look at this watch, you gon' run out your time My [?] diamond, your shit probably stainless
They be a joke, if they really want smoke I get dead on they throat, they just tryna get famous
f*ckin' with me they get nameless
Bitch, I'ma kill 'em, this shit probably painless

[Chorus - Trae tha Truth]
Say I'm running blind
No cryin', head up
I ain't lyin'
I swear I'm tryin'
I'm fallin down, head up
I pray, new day, get the devil out my way, hey
I swear I feel like I'm falling do-o-o-wn
Feel like I'm falling do-o-o-wn
Feel like I'm falling do-o-o-wn
[Verse 2 - T.I.]
Pardon the interruption, PTI
None of y'all niggas can't see T.I
Y'all p*ssy niggas fake like CGI
Don't make me laugh, nigga, hee-hee-ha-ha
LS6 in my Impala Drop
Authentic like a follow documentary
Them ass-whoopins is à la carte
That pistol play is last resort, but you can get it if you askin' for it
But now they start shit, you retort, they take your ass to court
'Scuse me, your Honor, in the streets wouldn't be no honor
If consequences weren't handed when principles were abandoned
Morals no longer part of the story, only the glory
That's why them youngins thinkin' that gangster shit so euphoric
Do the most, get caught with dope, then they sing like Trae in the chorus (Shee!)
Swear they can't see the tree because of the forest
Damn, we tried to caution them, all they do is ignore us
'Til it all make sense when they sittin' in back of that Ford Taurus
Damn, the gavel slammin' and problems is avalanchin' and sentences handed down
Bet you wish you listened now, nigga wow

[Chorus - Trae tha Truth]
Say I'm running blind
No cryin', head up
I ain't lyin'
I swear I'm tryin'
I'm fallin down, head up
I pray, new day, get the devil out my way, hey
I swear I feel like I'm falling do-o-o-wn