Trapped

(album: Untrapped - 2020)

I'm trapped in
I'm trapped in, I know it
Ayy
I know I'm trapped, I'm trapped, I'm trapped, I know I'm trapped
Yeah, yeah, ayy, look

I heard my niggas talking 'bout me, whispers getting closer (Uh)
Niggas say I ain't breaking bread, I don't even know you (Uh)
All the shit I bought you niggas, all the shit I taught you, nigga
Lil' disloyal, ungrateful nigga, I'm thinking I should off you niggas
Learned the hard way, keeping it real may cost a nigga
All that love and bruh-bruh shit, they gon' cross a nigga (Cross me)
I know that I'm trapped, I know it (I know it)
I know I'm depressed, I show it (I show it)
I'm popping Xans, I'm paranoid, I'm fifty and oh, I'm Floyd (Floyd)
Streets ain't never defeating me, before I was rapping, I was a G
Money was always on time, my plug ain't never mistreated me
Okay, this the intro, so I'ma set the mood (What's up?)
You thinking twice? I am too (Yeah)
So ain't none of you niggas cool (Cool)
So now that you know (Know), what you want to do? (Huh?)
Ayy, free my nigga Five, I got your message, bro, I miss you too
Riding in the car with my enemy, them bullets gon' hit you too
And now that you ain't got nothing against me, I ain't got nothing against you too, but
Rrr, rrr, rrr, I hope it hit you too
I want his mama to miss him, and I want your people to miss you too
Want that Gucci, Louis, Fendi, so you take them risks (Risks)
And you ain't working nine-to fives, you overtime in kitchens (Kitchens)
You bought a Rollie and Cuban 'fore you bought yourself a house (Trapped)
Mama in the hood, you know you forced to move the house (Trapped)
You took niggas' work, they went and shot up mama house (Trapped)
You a selfish nigga, damn near took your mama out (Damn)
Niggas never thinking (Thinkin')
Nigga sipping lean, drinking, popping pills, sinking
Pussy niggas linking, bad bitches winking
Me, eyes open, never blinking (Focused)
Riding with that Draco, Gotti, what the hell you thinkin'?
Word to Hov, slow it down, Gotti, woah (Woah)
Four hundred for the truck, this ain't the Lam', this the Rolls
Like a hundred-fifty difference, that's a Richard Mille more (Plain)
I'll say five bricks if we wanna talk in code
I'm trapped (It's like I heard the streets talking to me)
I'm really, really trapped
Doors closed, nowhere for me to go, nigga
I'm really, really trapped