Introduction

[Intro: Don Cannon]

Hey, Young. When you first started this shit, it was for your hood. It was for your block. Now, the world is your hood, my nigga. We got more shit to straighten out; more people to motivate; more people to talk to; more people that's gon' listen. Damn, my nigga, you still here? They-a thought you'd've fell off by now. Guess it's true what they say, huh? They hate you when you smarter. But this is Trap Or Die 2. Don Cannon! The return of the Snowman! Come on, my nigga, what's better than that? I'm asking you (Let's go!)

[Verse: Jeezy]

Fell off? I'm bout to pick up where I left off

Like when cuz' used to front up that whip, got it the hell off

Took that bullshit to the block and went the hell off

It even left a scent in my jeans—can't get the smell off

And to move this, you got to be quick 'cause it'll melt off

And you stuck with eggnog in the bag, and it won't sell off

Sell off? Yeah, I doubt that it will sell off

Every nigga you sell it to will call you 'til you turn your cell off

And every day I'm stuck in this hell, can't get the hell off

Back then, they wasn't wishing me well, wanted me well off

Niggas trying steal all my clients, turn my till off

Won't be happy til I put up my bags and turn my scale off

So I'm grinding til your battery's low and your scale off

So I guess I'm stuck flipping these words until I'm well-off