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Trap jumping like 23

Tryna ball with all my friends and see us dancing on that stage
Youngin's spark in front of cameras, no bandanas on they face
I've been posted in the hood ain't see my grandma for some days
And when I leave and it's another nigga standing in my place
Tryna win but it feel like these niggas wanna see me fail
I was tryna go to school it's like they want me in that cell
And I swear revenge is sweet cause through the shadows I prevail
Falling victim to these streets like I was cast up in that spell

Tryna cash me off to hell
Poppin X, my thoughts runnin, bout to crash me off the rails
Niggas flaggin like they real, if we catch them while they lackin we gon' smash them with these shells
I don't got no time for acting, I put passion in these tales
Niggas quick to claim they demons till their mans get hard with fluid
Mom, I'm sorry fuck a sport, its not no basketball I'm shootin
On my back about assignments, I ain't have no time to do it
I dropped out to play that corner, I ain't cappin in my music
In that field ain't no relaxing, I ain't laughin when I do it
I was taught that if you toting on that ratchet you gon' use it
Gettin high and reminiscing on the chances that I ruined
Walking in the crib and stashing every hammer we was shootin
I was trappin with Lil Zuly, had that sack and then I blew it
I ain't want to lose my money so I'm stacking what I'm moving
Me and Toonz was risking everything we had up in that fusion
Fightin battles with my thoughts through all the pack that I'm abusin

Tryna ball with all my friends and see us dancin on that stage
Youngins spark in front of cameras, no bandanas on they face
I've been posted in the hood ain't see my grandma for some days
And when I leave and it's another nigga standing in my place
Tryna win but it feel like these niggas wanna see me fail
I was trynna go to school it's like they want me in that cell
And I swear revenge is sweet cause through the shadows I prevail
Falling victim to these streets like I was cast up in that spell

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