Traces lyrics

[Chorus]
Look at the table, that’s flake
Still posted on the estate
I’ll do it for bro ‘cause he do it for me
He will tell you the same
‘Ralies want me on the case
‘Cause I wake in the AM and fold me a twenty
Before add to my lace
The display I’ll leave these traces
This young n*gga going places
Been through so much guess I don’t know what my age is
Both colours guess I don’t know what my race is
Link in the east and I’m coming right over to Stacey

[Verse 1]
My tracksuit new season AJ, no Tracey
French vanilla ciroc, no chases
I thank the Lord for life and freedom say my graces
Same day still go step on the opp block, no faces
See an opp and he got an unexpected one, no latex
They gave my big bro fifteen and I ain’t seen him in ages
I was in the exercise yard with bro now we laugh about how much we hate it
I just can’t tell you how much I hate it
All of the stuff that I done for a change
Oh Oh
I would hit any spot, all I would need was an 8
Oh
Now my bro always say that this rate that we’re going
Oh oh
Middle of summertime but in the room it’s still snowing
Oh oh
[Chorus]
Look at the table, that’s flake
Still posted on the estate
I’ll do it for bro ‘cause he do it for me
He will tell you the same
‘Ralies want me on the case
‘Cause I wake in the AM and fold me a twenty
Before add to my lace
The display I’ll leave these traces
This young n*gga going places
Been through so much guess I don’t know what my age is
Both colours guess I don’t know what my race is
Link in the east and I’m coming right over to Stacey

[Verse 2]
Same sh*t different day
It’s like copy and paste
I used to wake up in the A
And feel like I’m stuck in a maze
Now we’re just cutting through south
I just went past Thames, I was stuck in that place
I could have caught ten
Guess I caught luck with that case
High speed chase with a skeng
I caught luck with that chase
Bad b come, you know where
She wish she'd get lucky with me
We don’t speak but she just
Oh Oh
She want it all that salad rage
Oh Oh
In the fast lane with too much splade
Oh
Do it for the gang not just me
Su
Sale dirty, my house clean
Oh Oh
I do the one step or one lean
Oh Oh
[Chorus]
Look at the table, that’s flake
Still posted on the estate
I’ll do it for bro ‘cause he do it for me
He will tell you the same
‘Ralies want me on the case
‘Cause I wake in the AM and fold me a twenty
Before add to my lace
The display I’ll leave these traces
This young n*gga going places
Been through so much guess I don’t know what my age is
Both colours guess I don’t know what my race is
Link in the east and I’m coming right over to Stacey

[Outro]
(Look at the table, that’s flake)
(Still posted on the estate)
(I’ll do it for bro ‘cause he do it for me)
(He will tell you the same)
(‘Ralies want me on the case)
(‘Cause I wake in the AM and fold me a twenty)
(Before add to my lace)
(The display I’ll leave these traces)