Trap N
Just a solo nigga out here tryna change the game
I done seen so many innocent fall to a gang
All you niggas know you hating you just fake for fame
Heard you sold your soul
guess you would do anything
You trap niggas outstanding tryna make a name
But once you get some money it's back to the same old thing
I wouldn't speak on it cuz normally I'm in my lane
But y'all went and took my family now y'all fuckers lame
Standing on the block selling weed
Selling all the crack to the feens
Running from gun catching beams
Killing all our brothers taking dreams
Standing on a code never made a route
Fucking on some hoes never take them out
Even when you thought it wasn't going south
A trap nigga there trying take you out
Had to change the game I had to go and show my soul
Yea I'm fighting all this evil in my body like a cold
Yea I understand when you pledge to never break a code
But you niggas took my family I can never let that go
I done seen some shit it's what I get I came up out the east coast
Make it out of Bridgeport niggas think you got some cheat codes
Ran around with Florida niggas
All around the streets ho
Damn them niggas was my brothers
Now they in too deep yo
Lost it all now it's up
They can't even speak tho
A young nigga like me I gotta make it equal
I always stay successful
Man I'm always gonna bless em
Like you niggas in the streets
Yea you know I gotta stretch em
Stretch the truth
Hiding all my pain gotta bless the booth
Demons on my back think I gotta go and let them loose
Damn y'all make me mad
I might spazz and go and crack your tooth
Bitches cannot call me fake cuz I fuck with crackers too
Damn It's not even about race bitch I'll blast your crew
Fucking cross the line and I'll show you I'm bout that action too
Not trying to sound hard
But y'all niggas know when I'm passing thru
Get it back in blood for my fam I'm not asking you
Standing on the block selling weed
Selling all the crack to the feens
Running from gun catching beams
Killing all our brothers taking dreams
Standing on a code never made a route
Fucking on some hoes never take them out
Even when you thought it wasn't going south
A trap nigga there trying take you out
I done seen so many innocent fall to a gang
All you niggas know you hating you just fake for fame
Heard you sold your soul
guess you would do anything
You trap niggas outstanding tryna make a name
But once you get some money it's back to the same old thing
I wouldn't speak on it cuz normally I'm in my lane
But y'all went and took my family now y'all fuckers lame
Standing on the block selling weed
Selling all the crack to the feens
Running from gun catching beams
Killing all our brothers taking dreams
Standing on a code never made a route
Fucking on some hoes never take them out
Even when you thought it wasn't going south
A trap nigga there trying take you out
Had to change the game I had to go and show my soul
Yea I'm fighting all this evil in my body like a cold
Yea I understand when you pledge to never break a code
But you niggas took my family I can never let that go
I done seen some shit it's what I get I came up out the east coast
Make it out of Bridgeport niggas think you got some cheat codes
Ran around with Florida niggas
All around the streets ho
Damn them niggas was my brothers
Now they in too deep yo
Lost it all now it's up
They can't even speak tho
A young nigga like me I gotta make it equal
I always stay successful
Man I'm always gonna bless em
Like you niggas in the streets
Yea you know I gotta stretch em
Stretch the truth
Hiding all my pain gotta bless the booth
Demons on my back think I gotta go and let them loose
Damn y'all make me mad
I might spazz and go and crack your tooth
Bitches cannot call me fake cuz I fuck with crackers too
Damn It's not even about race bitch I'll blast your crew
Fucking cross the line and I'll show you I'm bout that action too
Not trying to sound hard
But y'all niggas know when I'm passing thru
Get it back in blood for my fam I'm not asking you
Standing on the block selling weed
Selling all the crack to the feens
Running from gun catching beams
Killing all our brothers taking dreams
Standing on a code never made a route
Fucking on some hoes never take them out
Even when you thought it wasn't going south
A trap nigga there trying take you out
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Writer(s): Kevaun Pettway
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