trapped (feat. Matt Twaddle)
(The fuck my phone at?)
(Uh, aye)
I feel trapped in my head
Trapped in my thoughts
Trapped in my ways
Trapped in my art, yeah
In my art, yeah yeah
I feel trapped in my head
Trapped in my thoughts
Trapped in my ways
Trapped in my art, yeah
Trapped in my art
They say, rapping ain't me
Rap for the goats
At least I think that's what they saying cause they treat me like jokes
I'm tryna grow my fan base and worry about this mixtape
On top of the promotions and wondering if this a mistake
Nah, truly it ain't about that
Cause I could give a damn if high school dropouts fuck with my track
And I could give a damn if niggas give a damn about me
Cause in the end the only hand that's gonna feed me is me
You best believe I'm gone eat
You can tie me down, lie to me behind my back
But, I'll be back for more like mama's cooking, give me that
Don't understand why people try to put a label on me
And since we talking labels, someone put that payroll on me
Cause I been doing this awhile it's been like three, four years
All I ever wanted was to get my boys gold grills
All I ever wanted was to get my moms new wheels
But shit, who wouldn't? I'm just jotting down all my ideas
(Uh, aye)
I feel trapped in my head
Trapped in my thoughts
Trapped in my ways
Trapped in my art, yeah
In my art, yeah yeah
I feel trapped in my head
Trapped in my thoughts
Trapped in my ways
Trapped in my art, yeah
Trapped in my art
They say, rapping ain't me
Rap for the goats
At least I think that's what they saying cause they treat me like jokes
I'm tryna grow my fan base and worry about this mixtape
On top of the promotions and wondering if this a mistake
Nah, truly it ain't about that
Cause I could give a damn if high school dropouts fuck with my track
And I could give a damn if niggas give a damn about me
Cause in the end the only hand that's gonna feed me is me
You best believe I'm gone eat
You can tie me down, lie to me behind my back
But, I'll be back for more like mama's cooking, give me that
Don't understand why people try to put a label on me
And since we talking labels, someone put that payroll on me
Cause I been doing this awhile it's been like three, four years
All I ever wanted was to get my boys gold grills
All I ever wanted was to get my moms new wheels
But shit, who wouldn't? I'm just jotting down all my ideas
Credits
Writer(s): Destin Hoskins
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