14gz

Couldn't tell my mom I was trapstar
Makin plays on the corner and the back blocks
Cop a bell and I bust it out the plastic
Ran up them bands and I said fuck rappin
Used to sleep on the floor in the traphouse
From the mud, no I can't look back now
Doja Smoke in my lungs til I tap out
Real shit a nigga came up from a half ounce

Jumped right off the porch started out drug dealin
Before I was gettin money of jugg nigga

Never knew my cousin was a plug nigga
He put me on, my pockets crippin like a cuz nigga

Real shit a nigga came from the back streets
Don't think I ain't strapped like a back seat

From the jungle since a youngin had to pack heat
Up the pole turn the scene to a track meet

Young nigga riding in a coupe with the roof missin
Gettin to the money fuckin, hoes was the true mission

My dad told me boy I swear to God u never do listen
Runnin thru the streets all night go ya dukes trippin

I just wanna get a couple Ms put my dogs on
My homie was surrounded with depression now my dog gone

Came up from the kick a nigga door ya shit is all gone
Got locked nigga told the cops I broke his jaw bone

On the real never trust new niggas
When u down bad u never know who wit ya

When u in a jam u don't know who snitching
Keep a small circle cuz these niggas stool pigeons

Sleeping on a hard floor with no cover
Those were some hard nights like no other

Knew there was light at the tunnel
Serving elbow like its royal rumble

Couldn't tell my mom I was trapstar
Makin plays on the corner and the back blocks
Cop a bell and I bust it out the plastic
Ran up them bands and I said fuck rappin
Used to sleep on the floor in the traphouse
From the mud, no I can't look back now
Doja Smoke in my lungs til I tap out
Real shit a nigga came up from a half ounce

Came up from a half ounce
Real shit a nigga came up from a half ounce
Came up from a half ounce
Real shit a nigga came up from a half ounce



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Writer(s): Tre Sellers, Corliss Waitmen
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