Testi How Could You? - Trae Tha Truth, Z-Ro, Dougie D

How Could You?

The root of all evil, is every man’s downfall\nCaught up in that street life, know I’m tal’n bout\nI remember that G shit, had a nigga doing crazy ass shit\nCan’t forget that, I remember that shit like it was yesterday for real\nRemember me, like I was FED time\nThe only thing that I knew, to live my life was doing crime\nEven as a young nigga, all I ever wanted was to shine\nThe root of evil, kept gorillas living like we was blind\nFor the cash for the shine for the do', we was busting shots\nAnd doing 85 in the hood, running from the cops\nWith Lil Shae and B.J., trying to bring the click to the top\nAnd deep inside, I knew the streets would never let us out\nI don’t want no plex, but if you did then I would blast for mine\nI don’t want no cell, but if I get caught up I’m gon do my time\nA real nigga forever for the good for the bad, never happy forever sad\nPee-Wee doing twenty agg’d, so I’m on my pen and my pad\nNow look at everything that I’ve done, trying to live lavish\nI’m sick of living life broke on the edge, and trying to manage\nYou got my brother in the Penn, for three with a L\nYou happy thinking it was love, but a nigga could never tell for the money\nHow could you, do this to me\nThis is the situation, and everything is looking so crazy\nAnd I can’t even take it, baby mama blame can’t handle my baby\nTripping acting shady, when she the one that fucked up the family\nBut since the fact I’m a playa, Dougie slide right through the plexing\nYou know what it is, put this on everything I feel\nEverything that I love, and everything that I live\nMaking my feddy want my money, and watching on whammies\nCan’t be tripping with the bullshit, because the bullshit is petty\nI’m rocking this steady, and I deal what I do working jelly\nAlways on my P’s and Q’s, watching out for the federalies\nMash for my funds, Dougie D gotta try to get done\nIf it’s hell or the highway fuck it, I’m cooking then bud\nConstantly on my grind, busting my ass to feed my kid\nSince them things, that I g ive my baby mama ain’t like a bitch\nIt’s enough I’m dealing with the laws, and it’s enough I’m dealing with the\nniggas\nPlease don’t create a mad man, fuck around and have all y’all singing\nI use to wonder how and why, my life was bad\nWanted to be anything, except like my dad\nMy apple fell far from the tree, straight out of the yard\nRaising myself among strangers, living on boulevards\nGang related, nah just for fortune or fame\nBecause they know me by the Z-Ro, plus they know me by my first name\nPicture me rolling, in my Dodge in traffic\nI got no love for these niggas, so keep your groupie ass stepping\nI can determine the real and the fake, don’t make me ball up a pause\nAnd punch a motherfucker’s grill off his face\nCase after case but it ain’t slowing me down\nSee y’all ain’t know me at first, I bet y’all knowing me now\nSo when my trigga fly a nigga die, I ain’t playing no games\nAnd fuck this North and South shit, cause I ain' t stating no claim\nI ain’t bring it with me, and I can’t take it when I go\nTo the world, listen at what you did to me when I flow