Its not
ay ay ay ay
turn the lights down a little bit
turn my mic up a lil bit
yall ready yall ready
here i stand a grown ass man
all by myself a grown ass man
a young nigga with some grown ass plans
don’t point fingers you don’t know that man
you dont know whats hard
you dont know whats pain
you aint lookin through that scope
you dont know its aim
minus all the videos stickers and flyers
most of these rappers are
they can’t help it
they’ll turn round tell ya same lies to ya face
guess them ral niggas in fantisy lane
i cannot wake you niggas up you must be dreamin
ya shit aint addin up you aint what ya seamin
ya niggas is outta order like soda machines
Young Jeezy keep it colder like soda machines
ya aint never seen them pies
im talkin so much white it’ll hurt ya eyes
i really lived it man
countin so much paper it’ll hurt ya hands
from the trucks to the rental to the grey hound bus
the same ol shit an adrennalin rush
i tried to tell the people that the streets is watchin
same time beef same cuz them peoples watchin
two hundread thousand mix tapes later
from the strees of the chat to the hood to the gator
same young man made a killin with the snow
turn right around and made a killin wit the flo
whole city at my show they recitin my words
i guess they like the way i recite them birds
prolly go to jail for some of the shit that i said
realist nigga ever done it breathin or dead
TRAP OR DIE NIGGA
