Track Star (Freestyle)
Comin' out that muthfuckin' trenches you gotta get to it
Can't be broke forever
Get up off yo ass and got get to it nigga
Trap
Trap
Trap star
The pyrex is bakin'
Never been no runner I'm a trap star
Hustled thru them days life was to hard
Had to sin for better days I neva knew God
Took a gamble in that game now I got new cards
Ain't the road my mama chose well I'm in too far
Had to chop a brick like karate, I learnt tah move raw
Da struggle kilt the soul in my body we was to poor
Watch these niggas eat right beside me but yet it's who starved
It get bumpy on this road
Shit ain't been the same ever since I got the load
Member nights when we was cold mama heated da house up wit' the stove
Started water whippin' got me pitchin' like a pro
Out there on that corner wit' them ounces in for low (Low, low)
They told me be patient
But I was broke I couldn't afford to wait, had to turn that 3.5 into 448
Started packin' shippin' and flippin' dat work across the state
Back against da ropes, had to make a decision
Sick of seein' my mama cryin', we was facing eviction
Ain't got time to be out here cruising, no escaping this mission
Hard to get sleep thru da night, when it's meals dat chu missing
I was forced to take these chances, don't regret them shit at all today
Made da fam' a plate it ain't no way that we gon' starve today
They knock me for my hustle ima take dat fuckin charge today
Cuz these da risk I had to take to make it thru them hardest day
Dem late night it was me and my scale
Baggin' 12/12 skinnies coke and weed in my pelle
Started juggin' finessin' tryna build clientele
Remember all dem long nights we I couldn't get a sell
It left me devastated but I elevated neva back down
Teachers use to say you won't be nothin' but a class clown
They joked when I was broke, but we gon' see who get to laugh now
Same bitches that curved now they on me comin' back now
Ooo ooo ooo you cant get next to me
I be trappin' yea you kno' that's to the death of me
Now I got the sauce and they won't neva get the recipe
I knew my time is comin' I could feel it like telepathy
Ooo oo ooo you can't get next to me
How could I lose?
My heart is bruised?
How could I lose?
My heart is bruised
How could I lose?
My heart so bruised (How could I lose)
Can't be broke forever
Get up off yo ass and got get to it nigga
Trap
Trap
Trap star
The pyrex is bakin'
Never been no runner I'm a trap star
Hustled thru them days life was to hard
Had to sin for better days I neva knew God
Took a gamble in that game now I got new cards
Ain't the road my mama chose well I'm in too far
Had to chop a brick like karate, I learnt tah move raw
Da struggle kilt the soul in my body we was to poor
Watch these niggas eat right beside me but yet it's who starved
It get bumpy on this road
Shit ain't been the same ever since I got the load
Member nights when we was cold mama heated da house up wit' the stove
Started water whippin' got me pitchin' like a pro
Out there on that corner wit' them ounces in for low (Low, low)
They told me be patient
But I was broke I couldn't afford to wait, had to turn that 3.5 into 448
Started packin' shippin' and flippin' dat work across the state
Back against da ropes, had to make a decision
Sick of seein' my mama cryin', we was facing eviction
Ain't got time to be out here cruising, no escaping this mission
Hard to get sleep thru da night, when it's meals dat chu missing
I was forced to take these chances, don't regret them shit at all today
Made da fam' a plate it ain't no way that we gon' starve today
They knock me for my hustle ima take dat fuckin charge today
Cuz these da risk I had to take to make it thru them hardest day
Dem late night it was me and my scale
Baggin' 12/12 skinnies coke and weed in my pelle
Started juggin' finessin' tryna build clientele
Remember all dem long nights we I couldn't get a sell
It left me devastated but I elevated neva back down
Teachers use to say you won't be nothin' but a class clown
They joked when I was broke, but we gon' see who get to laugh now
Same bitches that curved now they on me comin' back now
Ooo ooo ooo you cant get next to me
I be trappin' yea you kno' that's to the death of me
Now I got the sauce and they won't neva get the recipe
I knew my time is comin' I could feel it like telepathy
Ooo oo ooo you can't get next to me
How could I lose?
My heart is bruised?
How could I lose?
My heart is bruised
How could I lose?
My heart so bruised (How could I lose)
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Writer(s): Devon Pinnock
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