Trap - Remastered
(Talk about it)
Why People act so different
Like they straight out the trenches
Why people say they the realist and compare that to killers
All this Hypocrisy
It's all around you see
Sad is humanity
Again just let me be
Yeah, uh
I'm not a robber or a thug
I'm not a killer or a gangster
I'm just a south Texas Ranger my nigga
I don't claim shit
Because I stay out of danger
No I'm not a young Gangster
But that's not interesting to strangers I guess
Not from the hood but I ain't pussy
Might not be the best but I get money
Won't let no one take nothing from me
Be a real man and put down that Glock
I'll never ever dick down no thot
Put your trust in a gun you could get shot
(Emphasize)
Yeah, uh
Was it just a dream
To be on the cover of a magazine
To buy a gold chain show your diamond bling
To make music even though you can't really sing
In this cruel world
The realist be so rare like a diamond pearl
We only have two options in this damn world
You either stuck with a fuck boy or a thot girl
Uh, Robbers and Killers and Stealers
Uh, Racism, Sexual abusers
Uh, You support all that shit, you a loser
Uh, can't let the system be using us, Uh
Follow your dream and your passion, yeah
Don't let no one say you ain't lasting, yeah
Negativity, Fuck it keep stacking, yeah
Say you moving up in a smooth fashion, yeah
Is this really what you wanted from the very start
You got money but your soul and heart torn apart
Niggas bring you down to the point where you can't walk
Aye Dray, you a bitch
I just say nigga let him talk
Why People act so different
Like they straight out the trenches
Why people say they the realist and compare that to killers
All this Hypocrisy
It's all around you see
Sad is humanity
Again just let me be
Yeah, uh
I'm not a robber or a thug
I'm not a killer or a gangster
I'm just a south Texas Ranger my nigga
I don't claim shit
Because I stay out of danger
No I'm not a young Gangster
But that's not interesting to strangers I guess
Not from the hood but I ain't pussy
Might not be the best but I get money
Won't let no one take nothing from me
Be a real man and put down that Glock
I'll never ever dick down no thot
Put your trust in a gun you could get shot
(Emphasize)
Yeah, uh
Was it just a dream
To be on the cover of a magazine
To buy a gold chain show your diamond bling
To make music even though you can't really sing
In this cruel world
The realist be so rare like a diamond pearl
We only have two options in this damn world
You either stuck with a fuck boy or a thot girl
Uh, Robbers and Killers and Stealers
Uh, Racism, Sexual abusers
Uh, You support all that shit, you a loser
Uh, can't let the system be using us, Uh
Follow your dream and your passion, yeah
Don't let no one say you ain't lasting, yeah
Negativity, Fuck it keep stacking, yeah
Say you moving up in a smooth fashion, yeah
Is this really what you wanted from the very start
You got money but your soul and heart torn apart
Niggas bring you down to the point where you can't walk
Aye Dray, you a bitch
I just say nigga let him talk
Credits
Writer(s): Dray Bledsoe
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