Trae The Truth in Ibiza

Yeah

Nigga done got spoiled off these ****in' PJ's

I'm not—, It's not like I'm too good to fly commercial, that shit just—

It's a hassle at this point, you know what I mean?

Yeah

At a hundred degrees, I freeze the temp

Got my grip and I never proceed to slip

Feel the weight like I just had my Caesar clipped

Got a family to feed, I squeeze the clip

Walk in front of a judge and plead the fifth

I'm a legend but it ain't no need for myth

Better get you a visa, he's a trip

I had trae the truth in Ibiza lit

Niggas ain't 'bout to outwork me

Go to sleep late, still wakin' up early

Look at my belly, I'm hungry

Y'all niggas desperate and thirsty

You can't even tell there's a difference

Hungry is when you're relentless

Even when one of your idols look dead in your face and he tell you, "You can't" and you know that he meant it

But when you Cole, you attempt it

Come on, let me show you a templet

I had to grow out the concrete

I had to stroll through the trenches, uh

I had to stroll through the trenches

At a hundred degrees, I freeze the temp (Temp)

Got my grip and I never proceed to slip (Slip)

Feel the weight like I just had my Caesar clipped (Clipped)

Got a family to feed, I squeeze the clip

Walk in front of a judge and plead the fifth

I'm a legend but it ain't no need for myth

Better get you a visa, he's a trip

I had trae the truth in Ibiza lit

I had trae the truth in Ibiza lit

Yeah, that's my nigga

I had trae the truth in Ibiza lit

I can't do edibles

My head is spinnin' too much

Fell off the pedestal

And I'm never gettin' back up

Don't try to be perfect, that shit is exhausting

An infinite force that knitpick and niggas get lost in

I'm scribbilin' thoughts, my pencil is sharpening

Trust in my pen, been tryna limit the crossing

The best part of makin' this cake is lickin' the frosting

And Barry been sayin' he love when I spit like I'm dark skin

And you know what he mean

I got a thirty-four waist

I had a forty jeans

Somehow I still got too big for my britches and tore all the seems

There goes my achilles heel

Been tryna do everything

Thank God for my nigga Ib

What would I do with no team?

I wouldn't do anything

I would just sit on this music and hold it

Waiting for some perfect moment

Wondering why it ain't came

Meanwhile the world done change

Suddenly songs I was lovin' last year don't feel the same

Somebody feel my pain

Please, somebody say I changed

All these years past, I hope I ain't still the same

All of these songs I'm on, ain't nobody kill Jermaine

Isn't that rather strange?

I wrote a number of bad refrains

But isn't that life, dude?

Make a few hits but you gotta live with the strikes too

Instead of pretending I'm some incredible nigga, just let 'em hear all of it

The good, the bad, the ugly, the strong, the weak, it's me

The nigga that thought of it

All the portrayals of anything different or fraudulent

You wanna tap into your greatness, well this is the starter kit

The Fall Off, how many these bullets can fit in the cartridges

I'm lettin' 'em off on intentions to rip through your cartilage

My nigga just told me, "You trippin' for thinkin' of callin' quits,"

No lie

God is good, forreal

I'm just sittin' here askin' myself

The **** was I even doin' here?

Fresh out the hospital bed, one to the back, arm in the sleeve

And in the same breath, I'm in Ibiza

I ain't never fathom see another side of this shit

I know you felt the same

Remember we used to pray but hell

Look at your bro

People speak greatness these days when the name get mentioned

But what is greatness?

Nah, nigga we lit

Iconic, haha

It ain't over 'til we tapped out

Cole, you better make these niggas feel you

We done seen 'em come

We seen them go

From the come up to the fall off

And even when we fall off, we don't fall off, nigga