Break the Equator - Trae Tha Truth, DJ Screw

Nah I’m saying

What’s the motherfucking deal

DJ Screw on this motherfucker nah I’m saying

They gonna start this load up shit

Oh yea, so yea to another forty eight nigga

Street king can’t shit the cloud

Pulling up with the slob top reclining

Screwed up Texas like it’s time you find them

Like the 4th of july t fly I blind them

Would working diamonds get some shining haters

In them feelings get them rewinding

Bitches after bitches I don’t mind them

Suicide the way they big I dime them

Trade the true but instead they have me flexing

I don’t give a fuck for your descressions

Say they mind bitch that ain’t no question

Top is up the bumper keep the risk up

Drapers will be damned I played jackers

Go to trips and bitched go to take you

Murder seen they still be up and pack you

Top that goes whacking and lumberjack you

Walls can’t break you

And the fall like data

Switch from the creating

Now I will break up the equator

Carbon walls can’t scrape her

And the fall like data

Switch from the creating

Now I will break up the equator

Carbon walls can’t scrape her

And the fall like data

Switch from the creating

Now I will break up the equator

Carbon walls can’t scrape her

And the fall like data

Switch from the creating

Now I will break up the equator

Hold up swingers now got me tipping

Now the world watching me everytime that I roll

This one is on my line I guess there is someone

Leaning from this shit we bold up

Don’t you get it twisted and in any given time

I hear them they gonna be load up

They be in for life and I bet we never be fold up

Domestic violence and now the trunk is beaten

Bitches opposite then when I roll I see no bitches

About the money when I eat I feel no bitches

All I do is duck a roaches see the rich money

Money how this money coming and I just shake

The block like every tropless homie yea this shit

The beauty talking grid and got me chasing make

Me feel like i’m running on the corner got it locked

Cause I ain’t gonna do shit like boss gotta bang

If you throw away bullets with no name on them

Then I hop back in the slab and I swing on them

Paint it in the hood let it rain on em hard cop to a

Coup make it change on them bread long got me

Through the range on them new case throwback

Looking strange on them

Walls can’t break you

And the fall like data

Switch from the creating

Now I will break up the equator