Gave my heart to the trap I didn’t give it to the lord I seen a cat take a faulty dose now he’s in a morgue I didn’t know that he was Dead, till his head hit the floor Got rid of all the Evidence then walked out the door I fly Ot and clean up like a chore The hungriest yutes always started out poor Put my heart inside a 2s n then I whipped it to a 4z And that was clean run until the day I got court Now I’m sitting in court for couple breaches of the Law I used to take long to whip, cats were fiending for it raw I used to leave it on the table till it dries out like a corpse I’m married to the T and I ain’t getting a divorce I used to have a bad bitch that’ll plug it like an aux She that it was hurting she can’t do this anymore I was committed to the Trap so I could sleep on any floor I couldn’t care bout competition cause I was hitting many more I stepped inside the station it was statements that I saw My speech slang on the roads but it’s laymen in the court
I’m the typa of guy hop in A & serve several cats 🐈⬛ you the typa guy made a mistake & can’t sell it fast straight drop asco way what you learn from selling that never in the microwave pan jumping like a cat white coming like dwanye rock 🪨 I ain’t saying wack packs did their job gotta do mine while Ryan belling mad askar on the gang They wanna catch & put us in the van can’t even slip up what I got can put me in for mad time where bro streched 0.6 are wrapped up in this batch Rambo knife parked where i put it trynna be man ? see what happens Get turnt to a pack Ain’t talking Cali packs A nigga gott it frm the mud bando baby in the trap Man gone stain if you lack Bags of yay stashed in the ahh pure weight put in this pack It coulda served 300 cats 🐈⬛ they televise the trap We couldn’t dat cuh it might wrapped You’d Recognise real that str
So many years i was grinding on the pavement Couple times i got nabbed but i never made a statement Cooking food in the pan like it’s bacon About my pees, aint got time for a paigon I seen friends turn to foe Strangers from a bro Nah This ain’t the life i chose I ain’t a stranger to the roads
cold hearted winters started all when I little tell your boy to stop w all chatter when we’re talking to em Empty out that pack Right pocket full of lizzies I ain’t kidding left it got yinnga Just In case a ninja talking to me Girl don’t rate the way I chase my cash you can’t be talking for me I was taught on road Nowhere to go I had to hold my foot in slept in couches in bandos had rambos right beside my hoodie every morning got paro bellow me there be 4 cookies first runner got bagged slashing ninjas just for looking 2nd looking tapped I couldn’t trust him Boy was he a roookie Terrace flat
Send a text out to new cats there saying where u get this number from. I’m tryna vuild my stack large I wanna see my money long. I’m running from the Jake’s I keep it moving like a marithon. I’m sick of playing games like say I’m trapped in the jumanji one. But I can’t ever stop my pace save my stack then spend tomorrows one. I’m on borrowed time so I won’t stop untill this race is done im trapped in the trap so u can’t say what I’m doing wrong. I broke down slabs now I got ppl calling me pabs. But they don’t know what I’ve ever had to do in the trap. Latexe gloves and comfortable mask. They can’t ever judge on this kid when they ent been given a task. I swear life’s for real. Innocent little kid but grew up looking to kill. He never cared about no designer don’t give fuck bout no mil. Never cared about no bitch there’s no feelings to feel. Cause all he used to is breaking down bricks and turning them into pebs. Didn’t like to use weapons so he slapped of there head. If they tried beef him or he thought they was a threat. That when he contemplated bout putting then to bed. Until he held his first pistol that’s when it all changed. U could see it from is aura. Presence even his face. He’s just a fed up old teenage who won’t settle for change.. he won’t come for a slice but here come for the cake. Cause that’s the mindset of a money man. Said I want a 100 ms I ent even lieing fam I’ve been on my grind still. But I can’t stop when I’m tired fam. Move like I got no brakes and I’m flying fam. Take as much time as it takes then I’m a smiley man. Don’t act like u don’t understand . It’s kill or be killed in this world but I ent going yet. Gotta build my stack large after get mt shit in check. I’m tryna move out far get rid of all the fucking stress Tryna build my net worth and get into all the property. Got a lot hate around but never let it bother me. Sick of all the drama I won’t let it get on top of me. I’ve got a lot of demons inside and Yh it fucks wit me. Got a lot of weight on my shoulders and it ent stopping me. Feel like Eddie hall the way I carry all the weight. Eyes to big for my belly can’t finish what’s on my plate. I put stress and all my problems together now I’m feeling out my face. Reload said it be here by 6 and now it’s turning 8 .consistency is key that’s why I don’t like to be late. If I can’t get to the bud I’ll have to try and jump the train if that don’t then I’m on the phone to all my fucking mates like yo bro got a sale there that I got miss, he ent coming for the average fam he’s coming for the 6. I ent a bitch split ur wig if u ent paying for ur ticks. I’m a gun man so if I shoot I ent gon miss. Cause I’m a real life trapper. No gang banger in love wit sticks so I might just slap ya. No rap capper imma coke wrap slanger. Small yute don’t underestimate cause I’ll probs still bang ya Everytime I always write my bars making sure that facts. I’m not tryna be involved wit rap that’s all cap. Before I go I wanna leave u a little abit of facts loose slips sink ships fam imma leave u wit that bow
You cant tell me about pain you Aint been there Seen some stuff that woulda gave me thin hair Free bro out the wock Been a minute that his been there Since the start iv been there Cah thats bro Ill Ansa anytime he phones Fuck jakes i just need ma nigga home Im up late cruising in my whip alone
Send a text out to new cats there saying where u get this number from. I’m tryna vuild my stack large I wanna see my money long. I’m running from the Jake’s I keep it moving like a marithon. I’m sick of playing games like say I’m trapped in the jumanji one. But I can’t ever stop my pace save my stack then spend tomorrows one. I’m on borrowed time so I won’t stop untill this race is done im trapped in the trap so u can’t say what I’m doing wrong. I broke down slabs now I got ppl calling me pabs. But they don’t know what I’ve ever had to do in the trap. Latexe gloves and comfortable mask. They can’t ever judge on this kid when they ent been given a task. I swear life’s for real. Innocent little kid but grew up looking to kill. He never cared about no designer don’t give fuck bout no mil. Cause all he used to is breaking down bricks and turning them into pebs. Didn’t like to use weapons so he slapped of there head. If they tried beef him or he thought they was a threat. Until he held his first pistol that’s when things started to change. U could see it from is aura. Presence even his face
