Traptized (Declaration)

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lyrics

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

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from Traptized, released October 31, 2016

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