Daze of our Lives
Runnin' in the trap
In the trap
Runnin' in the trap
in the trap
Homie from the set
And I chase the check
chasing checks
and the bass it slap
whole base on slap
base on slap
corners filled wit crack
break yo momma back
break yo momma back
aye
Runnin' in the set
Eyes red
My heart is black
Raised to be a mack
Went from skyscrapers to cul de sac
aye
All day my mind on racks
mind on racks
phony rappers
watch your neck
watch your back
came up without a face
filled with tats
cause I ain't a internet gangsta
shootin' Tecs over text
My mind is racing
Ahead o y'all with 10 laps
while you chase the clout
I'm plottin the move
I make next
If I ain't make it out
Just kno I'll never rest
Chase the count like Dracula
and leave the game
in a mess
Young god
from the trap
cook up these joints
like i'm cookin up crack
serve the base
with 808s and rolling hats
got my cap on
got my cap on
Play the game
like it's Capcom
like it's Capcom
Click these niggas
put that cap on
get that cap on
I'm the realest outchea
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nigga
uh
what
Runnin' in the trap
In the trap
Runnin' in the trap
in the trap
Homie from the set
And I chase the check
chasing checks
and the bass it slap
Whole base on slap
base on slap
corners filled wit crack
break yo momma back
break yo momma back
aye
Young homie
with the back pack
came thru with
the White Sox snapback
punchlines like a nigga
with the finger on the trigger
and the rap game
the nigga that's beggin' for his life
don't go to church
but talk about
"don't you believe in Christ?"
Hol up
Put your hands up
Like it be a heist
Man, homie
this ain't no joke
this real life
spittin' verses that be cutting
deeper than a knife
aim for the head
of the competition in the iron sight
dollar and a dream
this Captain Crunch
got the dolomite
in hindsight
drop the joints
when the time is right
cause they ain't never been ready
for my type
in hindsight
the dawn is coming
but I crave the twilight
of these phony rappers
who be more like
phony cappers
Got the sauce
Got what the homies after
And I'm far out
like I belong in NASA
And in time this feel
like the rapture
because all these phony rappers
they
goin to the ground
goin to the ground
In the trap
Runnin' in the trap
in the trap
Homie from the set
And I chase the check
chasing checks
and the bass it slap
whole base on slap
base on slap
corners filled wit crack
break yo momma back
break yo momma back
aye
Runnin' in the set
Eyes red
My heart is black
Raised to be a mack
Went from skyscrapers to cul de sac
aye
All day my mind on racks
mind on racks
phony rappers
watch your neck
watch your back
came up without a face
filled with tats
cause I ain't a internet gangsta
shootin' Tecs over text
My mind is racing
Ahead o y'all with 10 laps
while you chase the clout
I'm plottin the move
I make next
If I ain't make it out
Just kno I'll never rest
Chase the count like Dracula
and leave the game
in a mess
Young god
from the trap
cook up these joints
like i'm cookin up crack
serve the base
with 808s and rolling hats
got my cap on
got my cap on
Play the game
like it's Capcom
like it's Capcom
Click these niggas
put that cap on
get that cap on
I'm the realest outchea
close caption
nigga
uh
what
Runnin' in the trap
In the trap
Runnin' in the trap
in the trap
Homie from the set
And I chase the check
chasing checks
and the bass it slap
Whole base on slap
base on slap
corners filled wit crack
break yo momma back
break yo momma back
aye
Young homie
with the back pack
came thru with
the White Sox snapback
punchlines like a nigga
with the finger on the trigger
and the rap game
the nigga that's beggin' for his life
don't go to church
but talk about
"don't you believe in Christ?"
Hol up
Put your hands up
Like it be a heist
Man, homie
this ain't no joke
this real life
spittin' verses that be cutting
deeper than a knife
aim for the head
of the competition in the iron sight
dollar and a dream
this Captain Crunch
got the dolomite
in hindsight
drop the joints
when the time is right
cause they ain't never been ready
for my type
in hindsight
the dawn is coming
but I crave the twilight
of these phony rappers
who be more like
phony cappers
Got the sauce
Got what the homies after
And I'm far out
like I belong in NASA
And in time this feel
like the rapture
because all these phony rappers
they
goin to the ground
goin to the ground
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