III Trap Evivrus
I survive with my craft
If I die
It's a wrap
No going back
That's a fact, man
Feel my fuckin wrath
I'ma have to cut you right in half
From yo stomach to your back
From your shoes to your mask
You is wack It's a trap, it's a trap
Boy I'm moving out the mat
Snatching racks for the pack
My team staying stacked
It's a trap, it's a trap
Boy run that shit back
It's a trap, it's a trap
Girl bring that ass back
I don't fuck, with no love
That shit's wack
And young Brando's never been about that
It's a trap, life's a trip
So I laugh, no going back
No regrets, that's a fact
Fuck your love, won't need that
Fuck your love, won't need that
Y'all don't understand the name
Read that shit backwards like you looking in mirror
Feeding you your fears
And the terror make you suffer your fate
So terrible, angels bless us right
But sometimes you feel like they ain't there at all
And if you afraid to fall
Then how we supposed to rise?
I write my life, to the skies
I look right through them eyes
And I fight my demise
Demons want me on they side
Cuz my demons want me to rage
And turn the stage into a place of hate
As my pages full of rhymes evaporate
You forever take my chance, and only break
I'll break ya face and snap your spine
Cuz in do time I'll slit your throat like you did mine
And I will laugh, no I won't cry
Shut the fuck up homie, and go live yo life
Cuz one day we gon die
So there's no point in taking time
Trust me, I'm so sick of wasting mine
I'm just tryna make it out
Tryna make my mama proud
They keep saying 'boy your head up in the clouds'
I say fuck yeah
I ain't ever coming down, nah
I ain't ever coming down
Cuz I don't wanna listen now
I just wanna blow you out
The water that you sinking down
I'll save you just to kill you
But at least you will not drown
We can shake on that deal
Now you tell me how that sound?
Honestly I feel nothing less than a self made prodigal prodigy
I'm Prodigious so listen to my hatred with no apologies
I'm sorry you bottle these emotions
Feel total lobotomy
I know it's hard to see how
But I'm going to be the lock
We see box the top of the mock up
We call democracy writing
With a passion purely surpassing your large hypocrisies
My space will place you in the zero g's
Say that you never heard of me?
One day you'll be observing me
Watch me as I'm moving with my certainty
Wishing were nice to me
Cuz you seeing how I drop the dice and intervene
Dripping like it's Ice The Cream
You are indecisive, me?
I am just what surviving means
So I live my life without the finer things
Searching for my purpose like inside a dream
Maybe life is only what it ever seems
Love is dead
That's what I mean
Gotta chase my bread, my green
I survive with my craft
If I die, it's a wrap, no going back
That's a fact, man, feel my fuckin wrath
I'ma have to cut you right in half
From yo stomach to your back
From your shoes to your mask
You is wack It's a trap, it's a trap
Boy I'm moving out the mat
Snatching racks for the pack
My team staying stacked
It's a trap, it's a trap
Boy run that shit back
It's a trap, it's a trap
Girl bring that ass back
I don't fuck, with no love
That shit's wack
And young Brando's never been about that
It's a trap, life's a trip, so I laugh
No going back, no regrets, that's a fact
Fuck your love, won't need that
Fuck your love, won't need that
If I die
It's a wrap
No going back
That's a fact, man
Feel my fuckin wrath
I'ma have to cut you right in half
From yo stomach to your back
From your shoes to your mask
You is wack It's a trap, it's a trap
Boy I'm moving out the mat
Snatching racks for the pack
My team staying stacked
It's a trap, it's a trap
Boy run that shit back
It's a trap, it's a trap
Girl bring that ass back
I don't fuck, with no love
That shit's wack
And young Brando's never been about that
It's a trap, life's a trip
So I laugh, no going back
No regrets, that's a fact
Fuck your love, won't need that
Fuck your love, won't need that
Y'all don't understand the name
Read that shit backwards like you looking in mirror
Feeding you your fears
And the terror make you suffer your fate
So terrible, angels bless us right
But sometimes you feel like they ain't there at all
And if you afraid to fall
Then how we supposed to rise?
I write my life, to the skies
I look right through them eyes
And I fight my demise
Demons want me on they side
Cuz my demons want me to rage
And turn the stage into a place of hate
As my pages full of rhymes evaporate
You forever take my chance, and only break
I'll break ya face and snap your spine
Cuz in do time I'll slit your throat like you did mine
And I will laugh, no I won't cry
Shut the fuck up homie, and go live yo life
Cuz one day we gon die
So there's no point in taking time
Trust me, I'm so sick of wasting mine
I'm just tryna make it out
Tryna make my mama proud
They keep saying 'boy your head up in the clouds'
I say fuck yeah
I ain't ever coming down, nah
I ain't ever coming down
Cuz I don't wanna listen now
I just wanna blow you out
The water that you sinking down
I'll save you just to kill you
But at least you will not drown
We can shake on that deal
Now you tell me how that sound?
Honestly I feel nothing less than a self made prodigal prodigy
I'm Prodigious so listen to my hatred with no apologies
I'm sorry you bottle these emotions
Feel total lobotomy
I know it's hard to see how
But I'm going to be the lock
We see box the top of the mock up
We call democracy writing
With a passion purely surpassing your large hypocrisies
My space will place you in the zero g's
Say that you never heard of me?
One day you'll be observing me
Watch me as I'm moving with my certainty
Wishing were nice to me
Cuz you seeing how I drop the dice and intervene
Dripping like it's Ice The Cream
You are indecisive, me?
I am just what surviving means
So I live my life without the finer things
Searching for my purpose like inside a dream
Maybe life is only what it ever seems
Love is dead
That's what I mean
Gotta chase my bread, my green
I survive with my craft
If I die, it's a wrap, no going back
That's a fact, man, feel my fuckin wrath
I'ma have to cut you right in half
From yo stomach to your back
From your shoes to your mask
You is wack It's a trap, it's a trap
Boy I'm moving out the mat
Snatching racks for the pack
My team staying stacked
It's a trap, it's a trap
Boy run that shit back
It's a trap, it's a trap
Girl bring that ass back
I don't fuck, with no love
That shit's wack
And young Brando's never been about that
It's a trap, life's a trip, so I laugh
No going back, no regrets, that's a fact
Fuck your love, won't need that
Fuck your love, won't need that
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Writer(s): Brandon Samuels
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