Traptized

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1.
I run up and down the block I run up and down the block I prolly get out the hood But I'll never shake the cops I'm coming to terms with that Not really concerned with that The piggy power-trip The piggy gettin POPPED! It's nothin to make a play You see what I make a day? But gettin money, keepin money Them two separate thangs My homie done helped me out And I fxcked up the count I knew from that day forward Life would never be the same I wanted stay in my lane, And focus on me and mine But fxck it, it's always raining I can't see the lines If I was selfish and didn't help I'd prolly be rich by now But even lonelier And contemplating suicide When I was about 14 They brought us back a set-out Group sex ain't really my thing To me all that was normal It's crazy, I was just a lil kid In the trap even nerds Get dirty a lil bit [Hook] I been smokin' a lil bit Yes I been drinkin' a lil bit Been on the bish for a lil bit Yes I been sinnin' a lil bit I been grindin' a lil bit Be on that cash for a lil bit I might get broke just a lil bit Don’t tell the mama I'm doing it I been on fire, depressed I been down I’ve been low Brother You been looking for that cream for that cash for that gold Further I can’t believe how I elevated on the low Realize When I do work I work for myself not for them Others No lies Tell em tell em bro We got that dope in the machine We got it on the road I been believin' I been marchin' I got it from my own I can’t believe my shit’s poppin' I be Riding in the desert Hiding in the desert You looking for me aren’t you? Hook I'm makin it bigger than life I'm makin it bigger than life Don't give it away for free It's better to figure the price You lettem get over once They prolly come back and try to Sliiiiiiiiiiiiide you up the creek without a paddle Now you GOT to fight My legacy is religion, criiime, love, and addiction Came in this woooorld fightin demons, genetics, and prison Gave me F's for not memorizing misinformation Fuck Columbus, fuck Christmas, fuck thanksgiving Niggas say they wouldn't change the past if they could Where the fuck you from fool Mr Rogers neighborhood? I'll make up a list and get to switchin shit so quick To see if I would still be sick if I was rich and eatin good Steal the money from myself I used to kill my baby, buy some pampers send it with a note that say congratulations God forgave me for everything I did And I know that but it still fuck wit me a lil bit
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Hook My strap have me chiiiillin, Yo gun have you talkin shit If you gone shoot, aim at my head Cuz that's where the mothafuckin problem is Real boss won't stunt on you, Go to jail and make bond on you I won't tell you I'm eating good, just gone let that shit dawn on ya I'm traptized! (I'm up above myself lookin down at me) x4 All they know is trap and eat Think like the oldest go live the youngest All I be doin is better and numbers Swear it ain't nothin but hustlas among us Can't do nothin to us can't get nothin from us Yo clique a joke and yo sauce done went bad Handcuff a hoe and then beef over ass? Flew in a chick and my nigga back doed me I Didn't trip but next she came he paid half You say you buyin, I'm comin to sell Yo house is heaven, I'm livin in hell Ain't no lil pistol gone stop me from ginnit Shooter better hope he make it to jail Solo no polo but fuck it I'm fresh She used to play me you know ima flex Dap up every single person around her I hope she git high and then fall to her death What you say love? Bitch ain't no love Where was the love when they shot my OG? He didn't do nothin, the cop killed yo buddy Why didn't nobody go shoot the police? So many snitches that shit been accepted So much the snitches is gettin aggressive Now sellin dope is a government job Human resources waitin on yo confession It ain't a question I'm reppin the rock Here come the darkness, set back yo clock I see you called me bitch I was eatin Shoot me a text or your number get blocked Mama and daddy yo son is not dyin Make us a million I promise I'm tryin Poverty show you how they really feel This is a jungle, I'm one of the Lions Verse 2 (Fuck it) They see I know I'm obsessed I see they know I'm the best Give out financial advice but you check to check Don't see the logic in that We ain't a match, she tombout netflix and chill I'm tryna get bricks and build Yeah we can cuddle, but tell me this: Where I'm gone live? Slap that dumb ho if you see her Plenty of money don't make up for lack of respect I keep my foot on they neck I under-promise and over-deliver Never put outsiders over my niggas Swear all this ballin is not what it seem Jordans on porches and yoppas in jeans Fantas and jolly ranchers with the lean Yeah I'm a boss but what do that mean? It didn't mean shit when that jump out boy robbed me It didn't mean shit when I robbed him back It didn't mean shit when my younger ho left I kept her wit weed; she wanted that wax Didn't mean shit when the church buried my auntie and nobody paid; can't dig up a grave Pastor was milkin my grandma for years, don't come in my face, bitch you better pray Promise I am who I am cuz I'm from where I'm from Shit you don't know you get taught wit a gun Fuck who I fuck but don't touch who I love And after I slap you be tryna play dumb Mama and daddy yo son is not dyin Make us a million I promise I'm tryin Poverty show you how they really feel This is a jungle, I'm one of the lions It ain't no mercy, the weak shall be eaten If you can't hold your own you better get from round here The wolves can certainly smell wayward sheep We get the flock you built up and we take it down yeah We tell the hunters shoot We tell the prey to pray Cuz it ain't nothin can do but come on
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Happens every year about this time The weaklings act like they lost they mind The alphas reclaim the neighborhood Rob the sheep and all the wolves eat good ... if you a hustla and you know it I can tell cuz you chillin Ain't really got to show it, if the plug stop yikin you'll cook it you'll grow it 10 thousand in your pocket, if you feel it you'll blow it like FUCK FUCK FUCK it I'll make it all back A boss hit ya line bitch you BETTER call back And even when I'm happy I be dressed in all black If I ain't a soldier whaddaya call that? They mad wit me cuz I ain't cooperatin She think I don't know she only call me when she ovulating Too busy to conversate I'm bubbling like I'm carbonated Lil house- big gun- yep I'm overcompensating Catch me in the VIP, Stuntin primetime with the bloods and the crips This a colorblind grind Baby I'm a gentleman, we don't do Uber Drop you off safe after daddy go super Return of the Trap (x2) You can give the sheep a hustle But the wolves'll take it back I notice everything got boring when we start lettin emulators narrate the story The blogs wanna try to give the trap a black eye I don't hear that in the hood, you a mothafuckin lie - look out! He study hogs, he act like us But ya boy a fraud, he a swag swipa Get escorted off the block wit the heat Nigga bet not film shit on my street Lil mama love money and she know where he keep his Paid a couple bills now she my eyes and ears Hide how I feel but I light up when I see her She traptized too, bout to help me get a mil Potnas in the pen tell me 6 let em hate But a nigga violate, shit I'm headed that way Ion text threats and I never clapback Ima get and give respect, watch me bring the trap back
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Head sittin on my neck twisted Yike pose wit the eagle vision Leanin hard but I'm still standin Arkansas in my fuckin feelins Heart surrounded, my brain in prison Piece of cake in a bowl of chitlins Block binoculars on my face I see prostitutes and split tongue snakes Gay molesters trick on the boys Family members touch on the girls Homies smoke til they face collapse And they soul is trapped in the spirit world Niggas posted up in the trap while they bitches posted on backpage They kids postin on all the sites tryna yike for likes bout to catch the wave Seen it all, I done felt it all I been slapped around, kicked and left to crawl Every time it's more pieces missin Endless pit where my gut belong Dream chaser and a team player I'm a queen charmer and a king slayer Stuck in the mud, fresh outta favors Can't take it Can't wait to wash my hands of all this pussy shit Hate I got to make my plans around this pussy shit Mane i can't WAIT to wash my hands of all this pussy shit They so behind, I'm too advanced for all this pussy shit Ever had a punk sittin on yo chest You got mo heart but his body just bigger Ever seen ya granny gettin chased through the house wit her titties out cuz her boyfriend wanna hit her We was just lil bitty boys and girls My lighter and spray was gone burn up his curl Buyin a yoppa shot up to the top of my list at that moment so blame it on Earl Lord is my shepherd and I shall not want but I wanted to kill them folk who did me wrong How could they hurt me wit no second thoughts? Fuckin me off is not free it's gone cost you at least what I paid wit a pain tax I ain't comin to church so don't call me Feel like God is gone whisper my secrets so I be wit zombies I can't wait to wash my hands
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I wanna serve you You be my master I'll be your sub baby Should I go faster? You got me all night It ain't no walkin out So let's do something we'll be too ashamed to talk about As you wish baby Tell me where to kiss baby It ain't too many chicks who understand me So you can tie my wrists together with your panties Take me ridin blindfolded I won't panic My trust for you go deep I'm bout to make you family I showed you all my flaws yeen budge though Other folk show me love you the plug though You didn't leave me when I had a off season So I got to stop fakin and let you know I mean it fareal You never doubt me, always see about me You sing my praises in a crowd Give me the confidence to go out in the world and Put my foot down for what's ours Tonight my phone and my keys Won't be nowhere on me Girl you in charge; take control So grab my arm, you lead I'll sit down at your at your feet To me, it's important that you know (Hook) I beloooong inside you I wanna sing a sooooong inside you Make every cold place waaaarm inside you Hurricane I wanna storm inside you I won't stop until you satisfied (it's gone be) Favor after favor after favor after favor They know we in love don't you worry about the neighbors We gone need a new one cuz we ruining this table Type of stuff we doin they can't play on basic cable So eager to please you Let me take you shoppin, let me kiss you, let me feed you I'm really tryna make you need me, cuz to tell yhe truth I need you I got to stop fakin, and let you know i mean it fareal
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Jeezy told the world trap or die, get a ki But raised his son up To be nerdy like me He used the hood money To pay his son college But yall don't fuck wit me cuz I'm local and bout that knowledge? Aw i see what this is yall just be dickridin So when somethin go down; I'm shootin at everybody Chillin out don't break my vibe Indian no chief no tribe Wanna open me and see Can't handle what's inside Gotta get this shit together My confidence is waning This team won't let me lead Spend all our time explaining Don't try to make me care about the shit you care about I got some skills that you ain't got that I'd be dead without People who scared to chase they dreams take the easy way Easy way ain't easy it seems so they need to pay Attention to the shit I'm sayin now These folks just tryna to scare you, shoot your shot and make it count Dboys tell you KEYS open doors, that's official But_ it's the doors to the penitentiary nigga Music is food This shit be feedin us Take it serious, You cant tell But it be leadin us Music got spirits in it They know it's more than songs They make the worst of our people rich to teach us wrong (ay!) I never ever thought I'd see the day where being real wasn't cool And you get praised when you sacrifice your morals for some plays or some views I just wanna disappear I always try to make the best of what I got but, I ain't happy livin here It's a livin hell My hood got lupus, diabetes, gaut, and sickle cell And we just keep on celebrating like some damn fools Yo kid make A's but they make em at a stupid school We got to do extra at home, Cuz depending on these teachers to do everything for em Is like- squirtin visine in the eye of a storm Music is food This shit be feedin us Take it serious, You cant tell But it be leadin us Music got spirits in it They know it's more than songs They make the worst of our people rich to teach us wrong (ay!) I never ever thought I'd see the day where being real wasn't cool And you get praised when you sacrifice your morals for some plays or some views The saying goes, pride comes before the fall prolly why I never fell I ain't proud of this at all Now you sittin in your cell wonderin who love you and love you not Shit didn't get real til you was cryin in yo mug shot I said let's start a business, slow down, beware Now you in prison cuz you programmed yourself to be there But god got a plan just get focused while you sober When you get out we bout to take this mothafucka over! Music is food This shit be feedin us Take it serious, You cant tell But it be leadin us Music got spirits in it They know it's more than songs They make the worst of our people rich to teach us wrong (ay!) I never ever thought I'd see the day where being real wasn't cool And you get praised when you sacrifice your morals for some plays or some views
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Knuckle marks in the dirt mean he hung him upside down low enough to scrape (I just be thinkin) I can knock em out quick wit a halothane mist, Put the pump on they face (That'll work too) No smoke in the lungs of the dead that's arson to cover up murder, see a lotta lil shit as a po lil kid Either you a victim or an observer As the flames rise and spread across the ceiling At the same damn time, I'll be watchin from the building I figured out that the game was rigged Opressors won't ever change how they think They weakened my neighbors by killing kids Instead of protesting do what they did Barbed wire rings on the water hose To strangle, we call that a snake bite Red and green cocktail drippin out his nose The struggle chafed me on my cheekbones Deprived, decrepit, derived from severing ties with so many coons I be confused when I be up close Talented actors trick me wit they wounds Ima funeral singer I do my job and do it well I'm prolly the only person at the funeral who be enjoying myself RIP poverty RIP justification RIP child killers Your death is the birth of a nation You kill an adult who killed a child that cancels out your crime If you justify, your child should die so your heart feel like mine When you poor, your youth is a trap Cuz you can't do nun to help out And don't nobody take you serious Hate in your heart, blunt in yo mouth I'm sick of this voyage (echo) I wish i could uplooooad, my memories to a cloud and destroy it They treat my like I'm so annoying All of us ain't finna march All of us ain't in the dark All of us hear what you say But some of us knowin it's not in your heart Some of us all outta talk Some of us ready for war Some of us know it's our job to serve But soldiers can't pop it off What you think poor people think about? You think we dream about food? You think we believe the shit that they teach in the schools? You think it's cool? You think our numbers are dwindling? You think your fortune is infinite? You think the world don't know you was lyin and you the original immigrants? Deprived, decrepit, derived from severing ties with so many coons I be confused when I be up close Talented actors trick me wit they wounds Ima funeral singer I do my job and do it well I'm prolly the only person at the funeral who be enjoying myself RIP poverty RIP justification RIP child killers Your death is the birth of a nation We don't need guns We need to make grenades and bombs They will never leave us alone Freedom costs blood Live life and do they own thang Condemn us when we try to do the same We gone have to force this change Freedom costs blood
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Finally something we can agree on I been hittin licks back since get ur freak on When I hit the club now, everything I see wrong Swag swipin gankstas- VIPeons 1995 I was herringbone, t-bone Skinny nigga, chest: you could see bones Yike 2 the future, you off, we on Ya whole crew soft you the perfect thing to sleep on Life been crucial, I made it look royal To the point where mothafuckas thought that I was spoiled Cuz I be the same from the planes to the soil As I was when I didn't have a Ramen noodle pack to boil I was daddy's son when they said I was a bastard I was goin live when they said I'd see a casket fo I was 25 Trappin ain't easy - Took advantage of the fact that nobody believed me Mane i done scraped up the rent on the 4th STILL had borrow 2 dollars to get the money order Struggle ain't prejudice, do somebody feel me? I don't wanna sugarcoat, I'm bein the real me Hook Blame it on the trap doh-oh-oh, trap doe It's some like a trap doh-oh-oh, trap doe My homies and my kin they be in and out the pen cuz we went broke once, We ain't doin that again Blame it on the trap doh-oh-oh, trap doe It's some like a trap doh-oh-oh, trap doe The women I be likin don't be seeming that exciting when I think about the paper and my heart start yikin Blame it on the traaaaaap That's why my niggas don't scrap They say 'we used to put em up, what happened to that? Some people like fightin whether they wrong or not - But don't nobody like gettin shot Lil mama hit my line like 'where you at? I'm naked' Been outside her house for 10 minutes but I'm waitin I was on a mission adrenaline got me shaking Don't wanna talk about it witchoo, let me be late See I was 13 buyin squares for my auntie At the liquor store gettin candy with the change 1990 they was sellin crack under the tree But all of em was smokin it by 1993 We tryin Cuz we hope we can live a better life It's flies on the dope but that don't affect the price Shit is not hard- it's only 2 rules: Mind your business and don't repeat shit you can't prove My best friends had my heart and they all dead Pretty face, fake booty, and some grandma legs Ain't poppin- do somebody feel me? I don't wanna sugarcoat, I'm bein the real me Hook Blame it on the trap doh-oh-oh, trap doe It's some like a trap doh-oh-oh, trap doe My homies and my kin they be in and out the pen cuz we went broke once, We ain't doin that again
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