Poetic
I'm really rocking with my nigga HB
Trap nigga still selling bags of exotic
Fifty bowls of pressure yeah my city know who got it
Wouldn't be shit without the plug so I won't ever cross em
No more struggling cause the trap got me living awesome
Niggas start to change around you when you transition
Had to wait my turn just to be in this position
Vacation out the country nigga what I call living
I can't leave that blicky home can't get caught slippin
Stare a bitch right in the eyes she fucking if she vulnerable
Fucking with a caliber nigga like me she feel honorable
This trap game don't last forever boy don't get too comfortable
This bitch got rich off only fans she used to prostitute
The fans like I'm best to do it living what I'm rapping
I just had a vision for it and God made it happen
Nigga I come from rags talking broke down to my last
Really lost inside when I think about my past
Facing twenty five to life that's when I found Jesus
Living testimony nigga I speak for the peoples
Really got my hustling ways from my mama features
And I can't mention daddy cause he wasn't around to teach us
County bid only thing I'm missing was my kids
Detective pointing fingers blaming me for killing
Hate to see me big so they make up allegations
I feel like the crooked justice system all racist
Trap nigga still selling bags of exotic
Fifty bowls of pressure yeah my city know who got it
Wouldn't be shit without the plug so I won't ever cross em
No more struggling cause the trap got me living awesome
Niggas start to change around you when you transition
Had to wait my turn just to be in this position
Vacation out the country nigga what I call living
I can't leave that blicky home can't get caught slippin
Stare a bitch right in the eyes she fucking if she vulnerable
Fucking with a caliber nigga like me she feel honorable
This trap game don't last forever boy don't get too comfortable
This bitch got rich off only fans she used to prostitute
The fans like I'm best to do it living what I'm rapping
I just had a vision for it and God made it happen
Nigga I come from rags talking broke down to my last
Really lost inside when I think about my past
Facing twenty five to life that's when I found Jesus
Living testimony nigga I speak for the peoples
Really got my hustling ways from my mama features
And I can't mention daddy cause he wasn't around to teach us
County bid only thing I'm missing was my kids
Detective pointing fingers blaming me for killing
Hate to see me big so they make up allegations
I feel like the crooked justice system all racist
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Writer(s): Nicholas Simon
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