Letras Let Me Live - Trae Tha Truth, T.I., Ink

Let Me Live

Let me live my life, y’all know y’all ain’t right\nNiggas be so shife, I’m trying to maintain\nLet me live my life, y’all know y’all ain’t right\nNiggas be so shife, can I do one thang\nI see these niggas never satisfied, fucking with Trae\nEverywhere that I go, these haters wanna put me away\nBut that’s gon be a hell of a job, I’m a mad dude that’s ignant by nature\nWhether Trae or Frasier, don’t come at me wrong cause I’ll blaze you\nFraud is what I rate you, when you turn to my foe\nAin’t no second guessing or stressing, we ain’t homies no mo'\nThe only true friend I got, is God himself\nIf you ain’t him, you ought to think about guarding yourself\nI can’t be letting niggas take me off my game, I’m trying to be sane\nAnd if I lose it, I’ll introduce you to pain\nI don’t really think, you wanna take it there\nI’ll show you the meaning, of life is hard but it’s fair\nDeep inside should I care, prolly not cause they don’t wanna let me live\nBut if I’m rich on top, I bet these niggas wanna let me give\nSo I bled the smart way, living life all alone\nCause these haters got me ready, to slap the side of they dome\nLately the devil been riding my back, while a nigga sleeping\nSo much negativity around me, I attract demons\nIn the form, of a fine ass bitch sometime\nWho only purpose, is to get me for my nickels and dimes\nInterrupting my lavish, living with a 2−11\nWill run up on Z-Ro, 1−8-7\n(May day, may day), you about to witness my AK spray\nYou look tired, let me help you sleep your life away\nNigga let me, live my life\nNothing but drama, what these busters give my life and I just can’t rest\nGot me depending on doja, to relieve my stress\nSometime I wonder if a nigga really blessed, cause I’m still here\nBut I haven’t lost my faith, my Lord I still fear\nEven though everyday, one of my people get killed here\nI’ma keep on mashing, toward the ribbon in the sky\nAll I wanna do, is live until I die\nThe way it look to me, is they got too much time on they hands\nTo be worried about my life, and how I’m getting it man\nYou need to get your ass a hobby, and get off of my back\nBefore you react the wrong way, and make me attack you ain’t cut out for that\nCause half the shit I lived in my life, you ain’t ready fo'\nI told you befo', you haters need to let it go\nI keep it real too much, to let the devil do me in\nI’m a child of God, with a fully loaded Mack 10\nTrying to get out of my sins, and to maintain\nBut it’s like every thirty minutes, it’s the same thang\nHate me for what, it’s like I’m already stuck with a hard life\nAll my niggas that are gone, and the others that turned shife\nI can’t live without you hating, so I feel like I’m forced\nTo get em gone and it’s ugly, when applying my force\nAnd I don’t think you wanna know, what I can give\nBut I’ma give it anyway, until they let me live