Traptized

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released October 31, 2016

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Track Name: Cardio Barrio
Nxgga this blunt force trauma
Nxgga this yikelife super
Nxgga this oil based karma
Nxgga we sharks yall groupers

When you a boss, no ceilings
I'm bout to manipulate these millions
You just smokin paper dicks
Tryna manipulate your feelins

Nxgga this new black, new south
New G code up on the wall
You can't help not a mothafxcka
Send me yo kids, we gone ball

Godbody godmind
I dont- beg ion ask
God hustle god grind
If yeen gone work; move ya ass (new set! ONE)

Hook
I'm from the cardio barrio (x3)
Heartbeat, run to the money (x2) RUN!

New set- run! No rest- run! (X3)
Heartbeat, run to the money (x2) RUN!

Big mistake tryna follow me
Act scared, pulled over
Whooped his ass by the dollar tree
Purple heart ima soldier

Not invincible you can die
Let it ride? Bitch I'm anti
You tellin stories at the campfire
That's why you still flyin standby

Soppin wet and she ain't naked
Happy monkey watch her hustle
Holy ghost I'm bout to catch it
Stand up in it make a muscle

I'm a sci-fi centerpiece
You the clone, you the mindless
Why acknowledge my enemies?
Humiliate em wit my silence

This a hell based tailgate
Shoot a sick bxtch point blank
Never follow, ima trailblaze
Used to try to be a saint but

Can't turn a ho into a housewife
Can't teach a worker bout the boss life
It's either in em or not, don't take it personal
Pick who you fight! Look in my eyes

She gone give it to me I don't even have to ask
She don't ask me either I just throw it in the bag - fasho
They always said I'm extreme and I'm outta my head
But really I just wanna fly before I'm dead (i will)

Cardio barrio lotta yo nxggas don't be in the zone
I know they weak when i see em they be in the gym on the phone
You don't wanna work when then when it's time to eat don't you pick up the fork
The workers eat AFTER the boss, allow me to cut that bitch short

Strong survive cuz they always find a way to succeed
A weak moph gone always find a new way to be weak

Say lil bxtch do not clap when you talk to me
I do 10 more when you done
Did you forget where I'm from?!
Track Name: Lo-Fi Overcast ft. TaHa x Kyle McCabe
I run up and down the block
I run up and down the block
I prolly get out the hood
But I'll never shake the cops

I'm coming to terms with that
Not really concerned with that
The piggy power-trip
The piggy gettin POPPED!

It's nothin to make a play
You see what I make a day?
But gettin money, keepin money
Them two separate thangs

My homie done helped me out
And I fxcked up the count
I knew from that day forward
Life would never be the same

I wanted stay in my lane,
And focus on me and mine
But fxck it, it's always raining
I can't see the lines

If I was selfish and didn't help
I'd prolly be rich by now
But even lonelier
And contemplating suicide

When I was about 14
They brought us back a set-out
Group sex ain't really my thing

To me all that was normal
It's crazy, I was just a lil kid
In the trap even nerds
Get dirty a lil bit

[Hook]
I been smokin' a lil bit
Yes I been drinkin' a lil bit
Been on the bish for a lil bit
Yes I been sinnin' a lil bit
I been grindin' a lil bit
Be on that cash for a lil bit
I might get broke just a lil bit
Don’t tell the mama I'm doing it

I been on fire, depressed I been down I’ve been low
Brother
You been looking for that cream for that cash for that gold
Further
I can’t believe how I elevated on the low
Realize
When I do work I work for myself not for them
Others
No lies
Tell em tell em bro
We got that dope in the machine
We got it on the road
I been believin'
I been marchin'
I got it from my own
I can’t believe my shit’s poppin'
I be
Riding in the desert
Hiding in the desert
You looking for me aren’t you?

Hook

I'm makin it bigger than life
I'm makin it bigger than life
Don't give it away for free
It's better to figure the price

You lettem get over once
They prolly come back and try to
Sliiiiiiiiiiiiide
you up the creek without a paddle
Now you GOT to fight

My legacy is religion, criiime, love, and addiction
Came in this woooorld fightin demons, genetics, and prison
Gave me F's for not memorizing misinformation
Fuck Columbus, fuck Christmas, fuck thanksgiving

Niggas say they wouldn't change the past if they could
Where the fuck you from fool Mr Rogers neighborhood?
I'll make up a list and get to switchin shit so quick
To see if I would still be sick if I was rich and eatin good

Steal the money from myself I used to kill my baby, buy some pampers send it with a note that say congratulations
God forgave me for everything I did
And I know that but it still fuck wit me a lil bit
Track Name: Traptized (Declaration)
Hook

My strap have me chiiiillin,
Yo gun have you talkin shit
If you gone shoot, aim at my head
Cuz that's where the mothafuckin problem is
Real boss won't stunt on you,
Go to jail and make bond on you
I won't tell you I'm eating good,
just gone let that shit dawn on ya

I'm traptized! (I'm up above myself lookin down at me) x4
All they know is trap and eat

Think like the oldest go live the youngest
All I be doin is better and numbers
Swear it ain't nothin but hustlas among us
Can't do nothin to us can't get nothin from us

Yo clique a joke and yo sauce done went bad
Handcuff a hoe and then beef over ass?
Flew in a chick and my nigga back doed me I Didn't trip but next she came he paid half

You say you buyin, I'm comin to sell
Yo house is heaven, I'm livin in hell
Ain't no lil pistol gone stop me from ginnit
Shooter better hope he make it to jail

Solo no polo but fuck it I'm fresh
She used to play me you know ima flex
Dap up every single person around her
I hope she git high and then fall to her death

What you say love? Bitch ain't no love
Where was the love when they shot my OG?
He didn't do nothin, the cop killed yo buddy
Why didn't nobody go shoot the police?

So many snitches that shit been accepted
So much the snitches is gettin aggressive
Now sellin dope is a government job
Human resources waitin on yo confession

It ain't a question I'm reppin the rock
Here come the darkness, set back yo clock
I see you called me bitch I was eatin
Shoot me a text or your number get blocked

Mama and daddy yo son is not dyin
Make us a million I promise I'm tryin
Poverty show you how they really feel
This is a jungle, I'm one of the Lions

Verse 2

(Fuck it)
They see I know I'm obsessed
I see they know I'm the best
Give out financial advice but you check to check
Don't see the logic in that

We ain't a match, she tombout netflix and chill
I'm tryna get bricks and build
Yeah we can cuddle, but tell me this:
Where I'm gone live?
Slap that dumb ho if you see her

Plenty of money don't make up for lack of respect
I keep my foot on they neck
I under-promise and over-deliver
Never put outsiders over my niggas

Swear all this ballin is not what it seem
Jordans on porches and yoppas in jeans
Fantas and jolly ranchers with the lean
Yeah I'm a boss but what do that mean?

It didn't mean shit when that jump out boy robbed me
It didn't mean shit when I robbed him back
It didn't mean shit when my younger ho left
I kept her wit weed; she wanted that wax

Didn't mean shit when the church buried my auntie and nobody paid; can't dig up a grave
Pastor was milkin my grandma for years, don't come in my face, bitch you better pray

Promise I am who I am cuz I'm from where I'm from
Shit you don't know you get taught wit a gun
Fuck who I fuck but don't touch who I love
And after I slap you be tryna play dumb

Mama and daddy yo son is not dyin
Make us a million I promise I'm tryin
Poverty show you how they really feel
This is a jungle, I'm one of the lions

It ain't no mercy, the weak shall be eaten
If you can't hold your own you better get from round here
The wolves can certainly smell wayward sheep
We get the flock you built up and we take it down yeah
We tell the hunters shoot
We tell the prey to pray
Cuz it ain't nothin can do but come on
Track Name: Return of the Trap ft. Fero Tracks
Happens every year about this time
The weaklings act like they lost they mind
The alphas reclaim the neighborhood
Rob the sheep and all the wolves eat good

... if you a hustla and you know it I can tell cuz you chillin
Ain't really got to show it, if the plug stop yikin you'll cook it you'll grow it
10 thousand in your pocket, if you feel it you'll blow it like
FUCK FUCK FUCK it I'll make it all back
A boss hit ya line bitch you BETTER call back
And even when I'm happy I be dressed in all black
If I ain't a soldier whaddaya call that?

They mad wit me cuz I ain't cooperatin
She think I don't know she only call me when she ovulating
Too busy to conversate I'm bubbling like I'm carbonated
Lil house- big gun- yep I'm overcompensating
Catch me in the VIP,
Stuntin primetime with the bloods and the crips
This a colorblind grind
Baby I'm a gentleman, we don't do Uber
Drop you off safe after daddy go super


Return of the Trap (x2)
You can give the sheep a hustle
But the wolves'll take it back

I notice everything got boring when we start lettin emulators narrate the story
The blogs wanna try to give the trap a black eye
I don't hear that in the hood, you a mothafuckin lie - look out!
He study hogs, he act like us
But ya boy a fraud, he a swag swipa
Get escorted off the block wit the heat
Nigga bet not film shit on my street
Lil mama love money and she know where he keep his
Paid a couple bills now she my eyes and ears
Hide how I feel but I light up when I see her
She traptized too, bout to help me get a mil
Potnas in the pen tell me 6 let em hate
But a nigga violate, shit I'm headed that way
Ion text threats and I never clapback
Ima get and give respect, watch me bring the trap back
Track Name: Wash My Hands
Head sittin on my neck twisted
Yike pose wit the eagle vision
Leanin hard but I'm still standin
Arkansas in my fuckin feelins

Heart surrounded, my brain in prison
Piece of cake in a bowl of chitlins
Block binoculars on my face
I see prostitutes and split tongue snakes

Gay molesters trick on the boys
Family members touch on the girls
Homies smoke til they face collapse
And they soul is trapped in the spirit world

Niggas posted up in the trap while they bitches posted on backpage
They kids postin on all the sites tryna yike for likes bout to catch the wave

Seen it all, I done felt it all
I been slapped around, kicked and left to crawl
Every time it's more pieces missin
Endless pit where my gut belong

Dream chaser and a team player
I'm a queen charmer and a king slayer
Stuck in the mud, fresh outta favors
Can't take it

Can't wait to wash my hands of all this pussy shit
Hate I got to make my plans around this pussy shit
Mane i can't WAIT to wash my hands of all this pussy shit
They so behind, I'm too advanced for all this pussy shit

Ever had a punk sittin on yo chest
You got mo heart but his body just bigger
Ever seen ya granny gettin chased through the house wit her titties out cuz her boyfriend wanna hit her
We was just lil bitty boys and girls
My lighter and spray was gone burn up his curl
Buyin a yoppa shot up to the top of my list at that moment so blame it on Earl

Lord is my shepherd and I shall not want but I wanted to kill them folk who did me wrong
How could they hurt me wit no second thoughts?
Fuckin me off is not free it's gone cost you at least what I paid wit a pain tax
I ain't comin to church so don't call me
Feel like God is gone whisper my secrets so I be wit zombies
I can't wait to wash my hands
Track Name: As You Wish
I wanna serve you
You be my master
I'll be your sub baby
Should I go faster?
You got me all night
It ain't no walkin out
So let's do something we'll be too ashamed to talk about
As you wish baby
Tell me where to kiss baby

It ain't too many chicks who understand me
So you can tie my wrists together with your panties
Take me ridin blindfolded I won't panic
My trust for you go deep I'm bout to make you family
I showed you all my flaws yeen budge though
Other folk show me love you the plug though
You didn't leave me when I had a off season
So I got to stop fakin and let you know I mean it fareal
You never doubt me, always see about me
You sing my praises in a crowd
Give me the confidence to go out in the world and
Put my foot down for what's ours
Tonight my phone and my keys
Won't be nowhere on me
Girl you in charge; take control
So grab my arm, you lead
I'll sit down at your at your feet
To me, it's important that you know

(Hook)

I beloooong inside you
I wanna sing a sooooong inside you
Make every cold place waaaarm inside you
Hurricane I wanna storm inside you
I won't stop until you satisfied (it's gone be)

Favor after favor after favor after favor
They know we in love don't you worry about the neighbors
We gone need a new one cuz we ruining this table
Type of stuff we doin they can't play on basic cable

So eager to please you
Let me take you shoppin, let me kiss you, let me feed you
I'm really tryna make you need me, cuz to tell yhe truth I need you
I got to stop fakin, and let you know i mean it fareal
Track Name: Music Is Food ft. QuarterPiece
Jeezy told the world
trap or die, get a ki
But raised his son up
To be nerdy like me
He used the hood money
To pay his son college
But yall don't fuck wit me cuz I'm local and bout that knowledge?
Aw i see what this is
yall just be dickridin
So when somethin go down;
I'm shootin at everybody

Chillin out don't break my vibe
Indian no chief no tribe
Wanna open me and see
Can't handle what's inside

Gotta get this shit together
My confidence is waning
This team won't let me lead
Spend all our time explaining

Don't try to make me care about the shit you care about
I got some skills that you ain't got that I'd be dead without

People who scared to chase they dreams take the easy way
Easy way ain't easy it seems so they need to pay
Attention to the shit I'm sayin now
These folks just tryna to scare you, shoot your shot and make it count

Dboys tell you KEYS open doors, that's official
But_ it's the doors to the penitentiary nigga

Music is food
This shit be feedin us
Take it serious, You cant tell
But it be leadin us
Music got spirits in it
They know it's more than songs
They make the worst of our people rich to teach us wrong (ay!)

I never ever thought I'd see the day where being real wasn't cool
And you get praised when you sacrifice your morals for some plays or some views

I just wanna disappear
I always try to make the best of what I got but,
I ain't happy livin here
It's a livin hell
My hood got lupus, diabetes, gaut, and sickle cell
And we just keep on celebrating like some damn fools
Yo kid make A's but they make em at a stupid school
We got to do extra at home, Cuz depending on these teachers to do everything for em
Is like- squirtin visine in the eye of a storm

Music is food
This shit be feedin us
Take it serious, You cant tell
But it be leadin us
Music got spirits in it
They know it's more than songs
They make the worst of our people rich to teach us wrong (ay!)

I never ever thought I'd see the day where being real wasn't cool
And you get praised when you sacrifice your morals for some plays or some views

The saying goes, pride comes before the fall prolly why I never fell I ain't proud of this at all
Now you sittin in your cell wonderin who love you and love you not
Shit didn't get real til you was cryin in yo mug shot
I said let's start a business, slow down, beware
Now you in prison cuz you programmed yourself to be there
But god got a plan just get focused while you sober
When you get out we bout to take this mothafucka over!

Music is food
This shit be feedin us
Take it serious, You cant tell
But it be leadin us
Music got spirits in it
They know it's more than songs
They make the worst of our people rich to teach us wrong (ay!)

I never ever thought I'd see the day where being real wasn't cool
And you get praised when you sacrifice your morals for some plays or some views
Track Name: Funeral Singer
Knuckle marks in the dirt mean he hung him upside down low enough to scrape
(I just be thinkin)
I can knock em out quick wit a halothane mist, Put the pump on they face
(That'll work too)
No smoke in the lungs of the dead that's arson to cover up murder, see a lotta lil shit as a po lil kid
Either you a victim or an observer

As the flames rise and spread across the ceiling
At the same damn time, I'll be watchin from the building
I figured out that the game was rigged
Opressors won't ever change how they think
They weakened my neighbors by killing kids
Instead of protesting do what they did

Barbed wire rings on the water hose
To strangle, we call that a snake bite
Red and green cocktail drippin out his nose
The struggle chafed me on my cheekbones

Deprived, decrepit, derived from severing ties with so many coons
I be confused when I be up close
Talented actors trick me wit they wounds

Ima funeral singer
I do my job and do it well
I'm prolly the only person at the funeral who be enjoying myself
RIP poverty
RIP justification
RIP child killers
Your death is the birth of a nation

You kill an adult who killed a child that cancels out your crime
If you justify, your child should die so your heart feel like mine

When you poor, your youth is a trap
Cuz you can't do nun to help out
And don't nobody take you serious
Hate in your heart, blunt in yo mouth

I'm sick of this voyage (echo)
I wish i could uplooooad, my memories to a cloud and destroy it
They treat my like I'm so annoying

All of us ain't finna march
All of us ain't in the dark
All of us hear what you say
But some of us knowin it's not in your heart

Some of us all outta talk
Some of us ready for war
Some of us know it's our job to serve
But soldiers can't pop it off

What you think poor people think about?
You think we dream about food?
You think we believe the shit that they teach in the schools?
You think it's cool?

You think our numbers are dwindling?
You think your fortune is infinite?
You think the world don't know you was lyin and you the original immigrants?

Deprived, decrepit, derived from severing ties with so many coons
I be confused when I be up close
Talented actors trick me wit they wounds

Ima funeral singer
I do my job and do it well
I'm prolly the only person at the funeral who be enjoying myself
RIP poverty
RIP justification
RIP child killers
Your death is the birth of a nation

We don't need guns
We need to make grenades and bombs
They will never leave us alone
Freedom costs blood
Live life and do they own thang
Condemn us when we try to do the same
We gone have to force this change
Freedom costs blood
Track Name: Blame It On the Trap ft. QuarterPiece
Finally something we can agree on
I been hittin licks back since get ur freak on
When I hit the club now, everything I see wrong
Swag swipin gankstas- VIPeons
1995 I was herringbone, t-bone
Skinny nigga, chest: you could see bones
Yike 2 the future, you off, we on
Ya whole crew soft you the perfect thing to sleep on
Life been crucial, I made it look royal
To the point where mothafuckas thought that I was spoiled
Cuz I be the same from the planes to the soil
As I was when I didn't have a Ramen noodle pack to boil

I was daddy's son when they said I was a bastard
I was goin live when they said I'd see a casket fo I was 25
Trappin ain't easy -
Took advantage of the fact that nobody believed me

Mane i done scraped up the rent on the 4th
STILL had borrow 2 dollars to get the money order
Struggle ain't prejudice, do somebody feel me?
I don't wanna sugarcoat, I'm bein the real me

Hook
Blame it on the trap doh-oh-oh, trap doe
It's some like a trap doh-oh-oh, trap doe
My homies and my kin they be in and out the pen cuz we went broke once,
We ain't doin that again

Blame it on the trap doh-oh-oh, trap doe
It's some like a trap doh-oh-oh, trap doe
The women I be likin don't be seeming that exciting when I think about the paper and my heart start yikin

Blame it on the traaaaaap
That's why my niggas don't scrap
They say 'we used to put em up, what happened to that?
Some people like fightin whether they wrong or not -
But don't nobody like gettin shot
Lil mama hit my line like 'where you at? I'm naked'
Been outside her house for 10 minutes but I'm waitin
I was on a mission adrenaline got me shaking
Don't wanna talk about it witchoo, let me be late

See I was 13 buyin squares for my auntie
At the liquor store gettin candy with the change
1990 they was sellin crack under the tree
But all of em was smokin it by 1993

We tryin Cuz we hope we can live a better life
It's flies on the dope but that don't affect the price
Shit is not hard- it's only 2 rules:
Mind your business and don't repeat shit you can't prove

My best friends had my heart and they all dead
Pretty face, fake booty, and some grandma legs
Ain't poppin- do somebody feel me?
I don't wanna sugarcoat, I'm bein the real me

Hook
Blame it on the trap doh-oh-oh, trap doe
It's some like a trap doh-oh-oh, trap doe
My homies and my kin they be in and out the pen cuz we went broke once,
We ain't doin that again
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