Trapped Music Pt 2

(albüm: Soul On Ice 2 - 2019)

All my life a real nigga
All my life I been real, nigga
All these bitch niggas with soap boxes
Claim they trap gods and dope sponsors

I'll leave the drama to Ak
I'ma just stick to the facts
Makes sense you goofy, your mama wack
At school with a gat and red MAGA. hat
Niggas ain't woke, just insomniac
Lit off of cocaine and cognac
Phony rat, hold me back
Nah, fuck that, I'ma let go
You either homo or metro, I'm hetero
No doubt I'm insured like the gecko
I'm gassed and full of the petrol
And I told your ass from the get-go
My future is retro
My past is the next flow
You dead, I'm a necro
I'm charged like electro
Stop knocking, the party is next door
Dressed all black in Depeche Mode
Rump Shake at a Wreckx-n-Effect show
She give good brain, intellectual
Put lead to your head like you Destro

All my life a real nigga
All my life I been real, nigga
All these bitch niggas with soap boxes
Claim they trap gods and dope sponsors
We don't buy it
No street cred, only debt for lying
Up on a fifth of the genie bottle, wish you would try it (Tonight)
I wish you would try it

Just stick to the facts
This bigger than rap
Just stick to the facts
And don't get caught up 'cause this shit is a trap
Just stick to the facts
This bigger than rap
You lack, leave you clapped, that's a fact
So I'm constantly watching my back

Real lyricist, real life experience
Sample your shit with no clearances
We ride or die, you crash and burn in real life, The Fast and the Furious
Travel with bitches, I came with a nine but now she a ten in the bed
'Cause I'm on Pacific Standard Time and AZ's an hour ahead
Lead that just shower your head, squeeze it and bust
Heated them up, defeated and fucked
Turned your brain to noodles and soup like I'm feeding 'em pho
Repping the people, The Dreamers, Haiti, Puerto Rico
I am a lethal illegal amigo
One man Voltron, Black Ultron
Haters keep wanting me RICO'd
Nope, fuck Joe Arpaio
Turn that fucker face into pico de gallo
No wins in mi casa
You start and end with an O like spelling Ohio
You're welcome to try, though
Line for line like Scarface doing cocaine rails
I supply the high, design the sky
Been fly since '95

All my life a real nigga
All my life I been real, nigga
All these bitch niggas with soap boxes
Claim they trap gods and dope sponsors
We don't buy it
No street cred, only debt for lying
Up on a fifth of the genie bottle, wish you would try it (Tonight)
I wish you would try it

Ayy, yo, ma
Ayy, yo, ma
Yo, man
What, Melanie?
What, what you yelling at me for?
What you mean? You calling me like I'm a shorty or something
You are a shorty, look at your fucking purse, you dumbass
It's not a purse, stupid
It looks like a fucking purse so I'ma call it a purse
It's fashion
It's not fucking fashion, bruh, shit look stupid
All the rappers is doing it, they look stupid?
Yeah
No
If they fucking wear some shit like that
They look stupid? You're wrong
Yup, they all fucking look stupid
They walking around looking with a purse
This is Fendi, you're wilding, this is fashion
Fuck out of here
Don't call me like that, for real
Ayy, yo, ma
Yo, ma
You know what? Fuck you then