Trae's trademark is a low, deep, guttural voice. His flow is very fast. In these two areas his style is somewhat reminiscent of Z-Ro's, as well as that of Flesh-N-Bone from Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. Trae sometimes, though not always, mixes multiple vocal layers into his songs.
Trae first gained exposure on the Houston rap scene when he appeared on Z-Ro's album 'Look What You Did to Me'. In 2003, he began his solo career with the album 'Losing Composure'. 'Same Thing Different Day' (2004) and the acclaimed 'Restless' (2006) soon followed. Trae is currently signed to Rap-A-Lot Records.
He was featured in a video called Smash Exclusive: Houston Mic Pass with Lil' Flip, Chamillionaire, Chingo Bling, Bun B, Short Dawg, Big Hawk, and Mike D. He also appeared on the official remix of Yung Joc's song "It's Goin' Down", which earned Joc national attention and became one of the biggest mainstream pop hits of 2006.
"Real Talk" was featured on the soundtrack to the video game Madden NFL 07. Trae won an Ozone Award for Patiently Waiting Artist for Texas.
Coast 2 Coast
Trae Lyrics
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City to city and rock for rock
Coast to coast block to block
City to city and rock for rock
(hood to hood gang to gang
Gangstas out here doing they thang
On they block trying to get they change
Keeping them haters out they range)
Hit niggas the realest, from west Tex to NY
Spit it, from Best I to C-H-I
For the motherfucking gangstas
And all them niggas with the throwbacks
Keeping these niggas up on they toes
Till the do' stack
Lace tracks and I rope the block
And switch whips like a parking lot
And then I park the drop
Pick up cash and mark the spot
And move do' like a armored truck
I got niggas that'll stash the dope
Ese partnas that'll slash your throat
Get stashed in the back of a boat with a
Knife and slug in the back of your coat
If you brag or you boast
Moving from coast to coast block to block
City to city and rock for rock
We international drug smugglers
And give a fuck if you like it or not
Pyrex in a pot got the hood on lock
Got the streets on blaze no sleep for days
The world in a daze and the fiends amazed
First one in line when the fiends get paid
Nigga how you think the crib
Look so damn laid
How you think I'm pushing a quarter to eight
I'm a jazzy bitch and I'm
In love with the do'
And every nigga I know in love with the dro
Some go for blow some pop X
Bring me the cash don't take no checks
Pack my tech strap my vest
Give it to you raw if a nigga want plex
Bet a bitch won't flex and cross me wrong
Cause your girl got heat not
Just for the song
I'm a bitch to the bone international
Ship weight all the way to the capital
They don't really wanna know
How the fuck I feel
Cause Trae, will put em back up in a zone
For the hood that I roam
I'll run up on a nigga like what it was
And dump, till I hit him with the chrome
They don't wanna get it on
Cause I promise I'm raw with mine
Pocket full of stones
Like a king that's underground
ABN gang, so you haters move around
King of the streets
I'll put you up under mine get out of line
And I can show you who the Truth is
Everybody, wanna know about Trae
Get a clip for the K, in the back
For the work on the block
I can show a nigga crime pay
Better get up out the way
Me and Diamond coming up right behind em
Pulling up in a slab
With fifth wheels reclining
Best not to try em, homie I can remind em
Fuck around with me
And I promise they'd never find em
They wanna doubt, but I prove a nigga wrong
Whoop niggas ass, like Shot whip zones
Rip niggas up, like I rip songs
In a black whip, with the top of it gone
You see, I'm Screwed Up Click for life
Fat Pat, and the HAWK
Keke Po-Yo and the rest of the squad
Some ride red some ride blue-grey
Who is the Truth that gotta be Trae
Either way it go niggas know I don't play
Southwest be the only place I'ma stay
Burner in reach wherever that I'ma lay
Coast to coast ghetto to ghetto
Better know I'm a Asshole type fellow
Hit em from the jump till
My hands say let go
Texas nigga and that I'ma let show
Down with Trae to hit the tre with the yay
And they know we got it
Raw got em sitting sideways
Seats laid back with the boys in a daze
Sip a lil' drank with a lil' bit of haze
Never leave the house without
Some'ing to blaze
Got the hood sitting still like
Cars at fo' ways
My boy Big Dame can get it in fo' ways
I'm a D3 repper I do it to get paid
More work than old slaves so I
Hit the block with some'ing hot
Anybody try to jack get
Popped with some'ing hot
I do it for the hood so you
Know it don't stop
From the H to the flats in
The Lex or the drop we hit a lot of blocks
So the wrist stay icey
Couldn't care less that the
Bops don't like me
Studio tonight so you know we getting icey
And this is where we going with
The work you can find me
The lyrics to Trae's song "Coast 2 Coast" convey the rapper's experiences and perspective as he moves from city to city, block to block, and from coast to coast. He emphasizes the gang activities and the struggle for survival in different neighborhoods, highlighting how individuals are trying to earn money while protecting themselves from enemies or "haters." Trae boasts about his authenticity and street credibility, pointing out that he is respected in places ranging from West Texas to New York City. He mentions his ability to rap well, representing his rap skills as a way to uplift and inspire gangsters and individuals who wear throwback jerseys. He also references his ability to keep people alert and aware through his music.
The song then delves into Trae's involvement in illegal activities, specifically drug smuggling. He asserts that he and his crew are international drug smugglers, not caring whether people approve of their actions or not. Trae paints a picture of the streets being on fire, with no time to rest due to the constant demands of the drug trade. He presents himself as a shrewd and business-minded individual, proud of his success in pushing drugs and gaining wealth. The lyrics suggest that the luxurious lifestyle Trae enjoys, including his fancy cars and well-furnished home, is a direct result of his criminal activities. He finishes this verse by stating that he is internationally recognized as a prominent figure in the drug trade.
In the following verse, Trae asserts his dominance as a rapper and warns others not to mess with him. He claims to be proficient in handling firearms and being willing to use them when necessary. Trae also mentions his affiliation with the ABN (Assholes By Nature) gang and his reputation as the king of the streets. He threatens anyone who challenges his authority, emphasizing his willingness to resort to violence to maintain his position. Trae's pride in his reputation and his ability to enforce it comes across strongly in this part of the song.
The final verse highlights Trae's loyalty to his community and his commitment to representing his hometown of Texas. He mentions specific individuals associated with the Houston rap scene and the Screwed Up Click, emphasizing the legacy and influence of these artists. Trae takes pride in his role as a representation of Texas, stating that he will remain true to his roots and always be available to stand up for his neighborhood. He raps about the street life, the drugs, and the block activities that he engages in to make a living, and he shows no signs of slowing down.
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