Trapped

[Intro: Jeezy & Jill Scott]

It's a trap!

Yo, they still be grindin', and runnin'

Tryin' to get into somethin' or nothin'

I remember them days, when the block got hot, bullets flyin' for the what

It was, like, you ain't, really give a fuck

I'm a sister, mother, I'm your daughter, I'm your lover and I'm

Right here, and I'm sayin' that it's wack sauce

Everything that you do tryna be the boss

You ain't really really doin' it, (nah)

I mean honestly pursuin' it

Ca-cause, if you did you wouldn't be murdering, (your own people like)

Oh ya see, it's a trap, (it's a trap, that's what it's called by the way)

It's a trap

[Verse 1: Jeezy]

It's a trap night nigga, here we go again

Jill left the door wide open, so I'm goin' in, (let's go)

Through a bedroom I could see my momma tears, (tears)

All I smell is hennessey mixed with my momma fears, (yeah)

Please momma don't cry, you know I hate cryin', (cryin')

I try my best not to die, you know I hate dyin', (yeah)

Three eighty for my thirteenth birthday, (birthday)