Trapped

[Verse 1:] Uh, suited up for war already, never been an ordinary Everything I heard was like, handing off the cold to heavy Niggas had the nerve to bite, let it meet the curb, I'm ready Bariola opposition, waving off confetti Nigga, I don’t got a hatin' gene, more comfortable knowing You envy me, grateful to spot the inconsistencies in you You let me see legends don't come and go regardless of errors I’m MVP, raised in a neighborhood and family leadin' with an empty tree Money's the sweetest sound flippin' through bills is [my mini ??] now Over the years I would've thought you'd get better You let me down since a teenager, been out of exotics Impress me how I done had everything, though none of it mattered Unless we smile, clean up your act, my nigga Stay the fuck out of the messy crowd Lucky my OG got to see me before passin', I bet she's proud Time to get back to where it was on my own God bless the child Strangers knockin’ still, but nobody’s home, the rest is fact [Hook:] Yo, nowhere to run, no man above the pack The disappointment's in the air, you love the hood, but it don’t love you back Somehow you end up where the trouble's at Some doors are open for a reason, dog, another day, another trap No matter where you come from, gon' adapt to where you at My dog left on a one -way trip and never comin' back If I ever gave you somethin’, keep it now, how real is that? [Verse 2:] Unh, make it all a whore's affable, haters wavin' more tomorrow Meet the ground, you fuck around, ups and downs, it's all survival Tied up bitches forced to look, changed the fame to fortune model Huns that shook the world over a hundred times, they all went viral Bolted my crown already, bad weather shifting me Heavy throne, toasty originals, can't let no one of these send me home Play me, I push a button, niggas get clipped with the prezzy phone They say just talk a nigga, summon the killings, a deli porn Conquering dreams, resume, flexing my power for breathing room Figured I'd hang it up with Cody, but nah, it'll be too soon I ain't in a calendar, my arsenal's crowded, new season's doomed Head off the shoulders now, for anyone doubt it, you'll freeze through June Heat for all the leeches, half of the industry bleeding soon Playing them color games, we shake them up out it Who needs a coon family, I know it when you start getting flowers Believers bloom, classic albums buy me time on the moon