In the Trap
D.J was there when i had nowhere to sleep
I keep me a smile but it ain't what it seems
Get rich or die trying
On 30 minimét
On bal an plen tèt
An pe pa konpran ki jan sa ka fèt
Ti frè la ja ka di mwen ke i ka vann zèb
Bitch I'm still in the trap
With the same n*ggas got bro's serving packs
Like them real hood dealers
2 glock 17 cause i hang with them killers
Got dawgs in the trap and they hang with that pistol
Niggas be lames i swear ion feel them
My Daddy gone had to get up and get it
My momma left had to run up them digits
Hustle to survive had to put in the work
Ngb gang build that shit from the dirt
They only show love when your head on a shirt
Flipping these dollars I'm feeling like Durk
I ain't trusting nobody i stick to my words
When you change for the better they claiming you fake
When you keeping it real they saying you a snake
Still banging 6 just call me lil Drake
I stay in my lane and that's how i feel
Stick to the code and I'm keeping the steel
They want see me down and that's how they feel
You claim you a stepper go get you some kills
Am a cool young n*gga I'm keeping it chill
Hardest young n*gga don't push me to kill
I learn how to count before that i read
I got some bro's that got took in the streets
No one was there when i got put in these streets
D.J was there when i had nowhere to sleep
I keep me a smile but it ain't what it seems
Get rich or die trying
On 30 minimét
On bal an plen tèt
An pe pa konpran ki jan sa ka fèt
Ti frè la ja ka di mwen ke i ka vann zèb
On vient pour le fric on fait pas la fête
Fais pas le con c'est clair dans ta tête
Couleurs rouge vert noir respecte les critères
Ou ka travay le jou é mwen c lannwit
Nou ka fè lajan mais pas des amis
Pwop fanmi aw sé bann hypocrite
Parle pas de la misère j'ai connu cette vie
On n'aime pas les snitch car c'est pas nos amis
Toujours dur dans mes sons appelle moi Louis Phillip
(Yeah, Louis Phillip)
Bitch I'm still in the trap
With the same n*ggas got bro's serving packs
Like them real hood dealers
2 glock 17 cause i hang with them killers
Got dawgs in the trap and they hang with that pistol
N*ggas be lames i swear ion feel them
My Daddy gone had to get up and get it
My momma left had to run up them digits
Hustle to survive had to run up my digits yeah
I keep me a smile but it ain't what it seems
Get rich or die trying
On 30 minimét
On bal an plen tèt
An pe pa konpran ki jan sa ka fèt
Ti frè la ja ka di mwen ke i ka vann zèb
Bitch I'm still in the trap
With the same n*ggas got bro's serving packs
Like them real hood dealers
2 glock 17 cause i hang with them killers
Got dawgs in the trap and they hang with that pistol
Niggas be lames i swear ion feel them
My Daddy gone had to get up and get it
My momma left had to run up them digits
Hustle to survive had to put in the work
Ngb gang build that shit from the dirt
They only show love when your head on a shirt
Flipping these dollars I'm feeling like Durk
I ain't trusting nobody i stick to my words
When you change for the better they claiming you fake
When you keeping it real they saying you a snake
Still banging 6 just call me lil Drake
I stay in my lane and that's how i feel
Stick to the code and I'm keeping the steel
They want see me down and that's how they feel
You claim you a stepper go get you some kills
Am a cool young n*gga I'm keeping it chill
Hardest young n*gga don't push me to kill
I learn how to count before that i read
I got some bro's that got took in the streets
No one was there when i got put in these streets
D.J was there when i had nowhere to sleep
I keep me a smile but it ain't what it seems
Get rich or die trying
On 30 minimét
On bal an plen tèt
An pe pa konpran ki jan sa ka fèt
Ti frè la ja ka di mwen ke i ka vann zèb
On vient pour le fric on fait pas la fête
Fais pas le con c'est clair dans ta tête
Couleurs rouge vert noir respecte les critères
Ou ka travay le jou é mwen c lannwit
Nou ka fè lajan mais pas des amis
Pwop fanmi aw sé bann hypocrite
Parle pas de la misère j'ai connu cette vie
On n'aime pas les snitch car c'est pas nos amis
Toujours dur dans mes sons appelle moi Louis Phillip
(Yeah, Louis Phillip)
Bitch I'm still in the trap
With the same n*ggas got bro's serving packs
Like them real hood dealers
2 glock 17 cause i hang with them killers
Got dawgs in the trap and they hang with that pistol
N*ggas be lames i swear ion feel them
My Daddy gone had to get up and get it
My momma left had to run up them digits
Hustle to survive had to run up my digits yeah
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Writer(s): Orlando Brossie
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