Trapped

When yo friends try to creep on the low
But you tryna do right cause you still on parole
I feel trapped
When the cops wanna take you to prison
At times you pray, and you feel like God don't listen
I feel trapped
When you know that yo bitch wanna leave
But the crib is in her name, so you back on the streets
I feel trapped
When you gotta stay sober for months
But they steady tryna hand to you the blunt

Caught up in the mix cause my old bitch hate me
She tryna get her cousins to kill me, I'm feeling lately
That maybe 10 years ago, had I would've known
That niggas from my hood would've flipped like a telephone
And niggas from another hood could be more loyal
It seems my own races wanna put me in the soil
Tryna hit my bitch just to make my blood boil
But stuck inside they head cause they smoking off of foil
Shit I used to sell them drugs, but never use em
Some OGs used to pick up, I felt I never knew em
How they Gon put me on game, while they twisting the pipe
If gang bangin is wrong then I don't wanna be right
Cause I always heard the same shit daily
I might piece you up for respect, but if you pay me
I still won't let it slide, now your homies trippin
I think I'll start a war but I'll never know the difference
Cause everyday I leave my crib, I always expect
The worst cause a Hearst might be my connect
To anything negative that comes in my path
28 grams and a 9, you do the math
It might get the job done, but now I'm up in county
My blues then to upper west, these Niggas know about me
Some niggas wanna kill me cause the rep I received
Before rappin, cause my actions made they friends not breathe
I feel trapped

When yo friends try to creep on the low
But you tryna do right cause you still on parole
I feel trapped
When the cops wanna take you to prison
At times you pray, and you feel like God don't listen
I feel trapped
When you know that yo bitch wanna leave
But the crib is in her name, so you back on the streets
I feel trapped
When you gotta stay sober for months
But they steady tryna hand to you the blunt

Now I'm fresh out, the gates down at Bailey
Open up, I'm sober but, I'm kickin it wit Katie
The white Girl my homie brought down to the border
The war that I started, I couldn't keep the order
Now I don't fit in my flannel, cause my arms too big
But my lil homie walking down the street like a twig
The drugs i would slang made they way to the block
But I'm hearing that some niggas start to buy em from cops
In exchange for some information, I need an occupation
My old lady is pregnant, she been more than patient
She the only one who picked up the phone
Or put money on my commissary, leave me alone
If you asking bout my presence in the streets
Too proud to stop bangin, my homies needed me
But when i really needed my homies, they was wasting they funds
On a tener or a dope sack, the war to be won
The niggas from the other side gain some momentum
Even in my own hood, I start to feel the tension
I start to hear some stories of some things I don't mention
So why does one time give me so much attention
My PO don't say a word, I got a Mossberg
Just incase it gets funky, so tell me what you heard
As I'm walking to the store for some diapers
I get blasted by my homie who had asked for a lighter
I felt trapped

When yo friends try to creep on the low
But you tryna do right cause you still on parole
I feel trapped
When the cops wanna take you to prison
At times you pray, and you feel like God don't listen
I feel trapped
When you know that yo bitch wanna leave
But the crib is in her name, so you back on the streets
I feel trapped
When you gotta stay sober for months
But they steady tryna hand to you the blunt