Trap Music

[Hook: Hudson East] I didn't choose this life, see this shit just chose me Used to be in the ends, now everywhere they know me I'm still that boy getting dough with my niggas I lost my friends on the road to some killers I still keep it 100, yeah, yeah Now they call me whenever they want me I'mma take it all the way I'mma put my city on the map and that's that [Verse 1: Nines] Line blowing, no time to sit down And if the album does numbers, then the prices on the bricks down Can't take that prick's behaviour But it's droughty and he helps me get packs like a fitness trainer Still can't believe the industry let a hustler shine I'm flying birds, I bust my nine, I'm taking off just in time Still ain't ready to give up my line I just hit the booth Then it's back to flip mode when I bust a rhyme Trap music, made my nigga lock for fifty racks Said his P's in my dogs house like Frank Lucas Most of jail niggas, all they wanna do is chat Come like bitches on the wing, orange is the new black My nigga told me quick, I don't need them B flips Don't worry, I'm on the top of my game like Wii Fit For the people that said that I'd never prosper I'm gonna shut down Harlesden Pouring money out a helicopter [Hook: Hudson East] I didn't choose this life, see this shit just chose me Used to be in the ends, now everywhere they know me I'm still that boy getting dough with my niggas I lost my friends on the road to some killers I still keep it 100, yeah, yeah Now they call me whenever they want me I'mma take it all the way I'mma put my city on the map and that's that [Verse 2: Nines] Prada shoes, Burberry coat It's like these guys prefer me broke Niggas getting rushed, it was funny but it weren't a joke Heard they want to run up in the base, it's a myth Guns all around the house like Mr and Mrs Smith She said she never met a mobstar I just spent two thousand on this tux looking like I left the opera She thinks that I'm a thugged out nigga with P But I'm really a nice guy like despicable me Uh, if I'm on a madting, guarantee my niggas on it Soon buy my mum and aunty benzes with some ribbons on it Tried to put him on, but he ain't got ambition Trapstar to rapstar, I'm 'bout to make the transition Man listen, the world's full of mayhem My nigga got rushed on cam, now he's on bell for an AM Grew up in this beef, it ain't my own choice Can't forget them days in Barnet when I was grinding with my broke boys [Hook: Hudson East] I didn't choose this life, see this shit just chose me Used to be in the ends, now everywhere they know me I'm still that boy getting dough with my niggas I lost my friends on the road to some killers I still keep it 100, yeah, yeah Now they call me whenever they want me I'mma take it all the way I'mma put my city on the map and that's that