Still a Grilla (feat. Trae) - DJ Gully & Killa Kyleon

Damn shawty Got damn living it up ain't you All that designer shit man You know what I mean Got damn you living a dream bruh My shades more expensive than your J's My chain indicates that I'm paid My lady say it's time to get engaged She say I go on tour and misbehave Our bills are never late On the stage rocking like I'm Jimmy Page But fuck swag, I ain't dressing up like Kid 'n Play Trying to snap on every track like Eminem on Renegade If you ain't heard of me then you been living in a cave Or sitting in a grave, or listening to Drake Any minute the shit will disintegrate This music business is fishy like penetrating a bitch who didn't bathe Wanted on the streets like I went to prison and escaped Fuck the police, these authority figures get disobeyed In the broad day bullets be grazing and ricochet No games, only participating in pistol play I rap and I shove the crack in the side of a creme brûlée It's like I'm pinned against a cage, fightin' in the MMA Bitch It is what it is but it ain't what it seems People thinking that I'm living a dream Ohhh ohhh yeahh yeahh When I roll through in my old school Cut' Supreme They be thinking that I'm living a dream Ohhh ohhh yeahhhhh Yeah My older brother's a teacher, one of his students asked If I ever game him money, it's funny, people think I got stupid cash If they only knew the half Hoping I got loot to last me to June and it's April Afraid to go and do the math Covering my emotions, hope they don't see through the mask From the outside looking in it's different, looking through the glass Me and Tech ain't Bernz and Wrek, me and Wolf ain't Snoop and Daz Cause the truth is that this music crap is difficult to grasp That's why you never see me go on interviews and bash Other rappers, I'm not the dude booin' while you [?] Cause I still got a pill problem My dollar bills still got a film on 'em Feeling like some loser trash Homies clueless asking questions, "When they sending you a plaque?" Explaining how budgets work, recouping and how I'm stressing Cause I never see a check from selling 50, 000 records But It is what it is but it ain't what it seems People thinking that I'm living a dream Ohhh ohhh yeahh yeahh When I roll through in my old school Cut' Supreme They be thinking that I'm living a dream Ohhh ohhh yeahhhhh Yeah I'm sick of people speaking for me like ain't a day I was stressing Why the fuck I'm living life somewhere lost in a thousand questions Every blessing got me grateful but these haters got me hateful So I take it 'til I'm permanent resting, but they don't see that All they see is that I'm a trip Fuck 'em, I'd rather kick it and dive inside they woman' lips Yeah this whip I ride is nice but why you worried 'bout the price What about they days I walk and hustle just to starve for nights And that's for real Why are they acting like they was on side of me They don't remember when everyone lied to me Left me alone and that was cool back then But now that they looking they acting like they was the one that was doing it Telling me they was my people They thought they had me fooled back then Not Trae, no not today, I'm living for me No opinion got me in shackles, shit I'm living life free And everything seem to be a dream, I tried to tell 'em wake up But instead they'd rather hate me getting cake up Shit