Love The Trap

(álbum: From Church Rd. To Hollywood - 2012)

[Nines:]
Back in the day most my olders were coke heads
All I used to do was smoke weed and rob mopeds
I used to think it was fun on the block
When we was rushing [?] running from cops
Robbin man for their pokemon cards
Every night me and T catching joke in my yard
My brudda ran the block so I was royalty
Now he's gone only couple niggas show their loyalty
I wanted to be like the OGs
So I started sellin weed with my codies
Me and Streetz went half on a Q
Don't laugh cause it's true
I turnt a half into 2
Turned that to a Z
Back then that was loads of cash
Woke up in the morning someone stole my stash
It's cool though cause that only made me strong
Lengths said he was gonna bring me in but he was taking long
Started writing grime bars
Funds dropped me a Z I turned it to a 9 bar
But I wouldn't stop there
Cah I was on a mission
Me and Soup started going in so fuck the competition
Tryna hide it from mum that I get dough
Cah I'm still in year 9 with grills and a techno
Bought a [?] tried to chill around fiends
But it didn't work out for my million pound dreams

[Krystal:]
I've been struggling all my life
This pain got a aim too tight
I'm on my grind
With money on my mind
So focus on these packs
I blow a stack and I make it back
I love the trap
I love the trap

[P-Dubbz:]
Because my third eye is now half wide
[?]
Pre-meditating
Mind elevation
Vision saying I made it
So we can really see the stacks levitate on the playlist
Don't be surprised when you see me rolling round town [?]
But the fire still goes down in the booth
I really do this ting
See, I ain't tryna pretend to rap
I'm just spittin facts and I just come to bless the track
I told my little donny watch the friends that you keep
Talk is cheap [?] talk about you every week
See they'd rather see you die than see you multiply
These anti social guys don't wana [?] nothing they'd rather see you smoked tonight
My niggas hanging round here when it's cops sittin [?] plannin on handin out years
Gun shots test in the park nobody cares
Yutes chill on the block, hangin on stairs
Praying for better days with the canes and the cell [?]
[?] exchange flames so the beef cooking is well done
Far too young but gone too far to turn back
Many got hyped cause the stripes they're tryna earn bad
[?]
Have you learned that enough good yutes thinkin they turned bad