Untrapped

[Intro] These tears I cry sure won't be the last (Ayy, rest in peace to Nip) They will not be the last, no (Ayy, the album was done, I had to go back in on this shit) 'Cause this pain inside (See, I feel even more trapped) It never seems to pass me, I said it never seems to pass me by Yeah [Verse 1] Where'd we start off? How'd we go wrong? Niggas risk it all to put a nigga name in his song Niggas fighting over blocks that we don't even own Leave the house to get a bag and never make it back home Bulletproof truck, I'm full-time rapping I wasn't living like this when I was still trapping Son seen me shed a tear, he like, "Daddy, what happened?" I'm like, "Daddy aight, but Daddy don't know what's gon' happen" Niggas rapping gangster lyrics and thinkin' it's cool 'Til you the suspect or victim they post on the news So the dope that you selling the dope that you use Y'all made poppin' pills cool, you niggas confused I'm a true independent, you niggas should listen Whether record label or not, I was investing my millions I spent millions on my artists and did it consistently If it ain't real boss talk, nigga, watch how you mention me Real estate, got a check, twenty mil on that Thirty in the bank, I'm fifty off, I'm still at that I seen a hundred bricks, I had a hundred Dracos with a hundred shots But 'til I see that hundred mil', I ain't really did nothing, nigga I ain't impressed by a killer I'm impressed by a hustler who's taking care of his mother and his brother And his significant other Put his niggas in position to show 'em he love 'em [Interlude] 'Cause this pain inside (Ayy, you know I just moved to LA, right?) It never seems to pass me, I said it never seems to pass me by (So I had to ride down Crenshaw just to see it for myself, damn) So I thank you, said I thank you (Just got a call back home too, said shit ain't lookin' good) Said I thank you (Just life) For makin' me a woman, oh [Verse 2] I just paid eight mil' to the IRS I don't agree, but then again you can say I'm blessed Late night, no sleep, you can say I'm stressed Bruh called, say he fighting for his life, say less Quarter mil' to the lawyer, straight cash, no check Never lied to my niggas, I'ma stand on that I done cried to my niggas (Cried to my niggas) 'Cause real brothers really love each other and nobody threats I just went to Jay house, got hit with reality I got a long way to go, for real, this shit baffling Ninety mil' on a crib and he not an athlete If I don't make it for my family, this shit gon' be a tragedy I'm tryna live life and make sure they proud of me I give no energy to critics or niggas who doubted me I'm a black-owned business owner, entrepreneur We all from the gutter, from the mud, from the sewer Send a text to Meek (Yeah), told him move safe (Safe) Send a text to Youngsta (Youngsta), I'm checking on your case Send a text to Bagg (Bagg), boy, you're on your way (You're outta here) Don't get caught up in these streets, you one hit away I sat down with Bloc (What up?), told him, "You're young, but you gotta take this shit serious" (You gotta) Life 'bout more than guns, hoes, and a lot of jewelry (For real) I just hope that they hearin' me, I love these niggas dearly They like, "Gotti, you changed," yeah, I call it maturity I gotta get to the bag, and these labels be fearing me Five million in watches and no stones in the jewelry FN on me, nigga, I'm securing security I'm tryna get a hundred mil', fuck facing a jury [Outro] (Said I thank you) See, niggas think all this lil' shit you doing cool (Said I thank you, for makin' me a) 'Til it's you versus the motherfuckin' federal government, nigga Then what? (Said I thank you) Then what you lil' niggas gon' do? (Said I thank you) Start telling every motherfuckin' thing you know, huh? That ain't a real nigga, that ain't no gangster shit All these niggas on Instagram posting they motherfuckin' business and shit Draco this, big sack that And they gon' be the first nigga to rat on a nigga, you know what I'm sayin'? Whole social media shit the police, nigga When you niggas gon' wake up, nigga? Nineteen, nigga still tellin' on himself Where they do that it? This rich gangster shit forever Fft, let me hear that (These tears I cry sure won't be the last They will not be the last, no)