Trappin' Ain't Dead

Please tell these niggas there’s no ho in me

These niggas takin all these shots but ain’t no holes in me

So what you shootin at niggas you ain’t hit shit yet

Jus check my black tee and it still ain’t wet --

Please tell these niggas there’s no ho in me

These niggas takin all these shots but ain’t no holes in me

So what you shootin at nigga you ain’t hit shit yet

Should be aiming at mah head, I’m top down on ya set!

Bring em cheechs and them lil niggas got

I'mma keep it 100 till mah fuckin heart stop

Catch me doin 200 in mah fuckin hardtop

I do it for mah niggas sitting in them cell blocks

Muh fucka I’m nice and I don’t mean kind

See that I’m the truth then they must be blind

Deaf, dumb – either how, either way here’s the outcome

I’m showin up a hundred deep like Malcolm

Imagine Farrakhan, meets Babylon; Enemy of the state – First 48

I’m goin psycho in this bitch, Nigga Norman Bates

And when I’m done goin hand every notivate

Time to get em straight, lemme coordinate

260 yeah that's right about a quarter cake

Say that weight is over, yeah tha weight is over

I’d really hate to be the one to say I fuckin’ told ya

What would I ever really been without that baking soda?

Remember waking up in Granny's to that baking odor

Sat down kitchen table had my first meal

And at that same kitchen table seen my first mil

In that same backroom I seen my first half

And in that same backroom opened my worst half

A nigga lost so bad it was my worst math

Look like the shit you put off in a bird bath

What cud I say even the realest niggas got caught

What cud I say even the realest niggas quote Pac

So confident it's like he's relaxing

Quit being shy nigga just ask him

EY MR. YOUNG JIZZLE FROM THE BOTTOM OF THE MAP

YOU EVER BEEN ON 75 WIT ONE IN YA LAP?

One better Candler Road – wit two in mah jeans

Kalb County ridin’ hard yadadamean?

THEY SAY YOU MAKE IT THEN THEY HATE

THIS IS WHAT THEY MEAN?

A real nigga to another – that’s just how it seems

Thought we was from the same cloth even the same seams

Even wore the same jersey on the same team

These niggas really outta place they so outta bounds

So go on take ya lil shots till ya outta rounds

Then I'mma smoke it till mah weed man outta pounds

Then we goin blaze until you pussy niggas outta downs

Critics say he on hold, he won’t change it up

A real nigga won’t fold ya’ll can hang it up

Bring me the Jury and the Judge watch me crank it up

Ya’ll know this real shit cost you can ring me up!