I Was Supposed to be a Trap Rapper

[Verse]

I was supposed to be a trap rapper

Mistaken identity, sat me with the backpackers

Made it all comfortable, sweet as a redeemer

Duncan or Blade Brown I'm still leaving with Damita

Shouts to who came 'round when I was speaking through your speakers

On wanting to stay down and the beliefs that they would feed us, like

This turn into that, return of the pact

Where it follow you forever like a murder's attached

I was front row seats for what you heard in my raps

Jumping in and out the ring like an emergency tap, I got us

Same rule apply, aim do or die

But put a mirror in front of me to save who's alive, like

Picture James Baldwin in a room of Frank Lucas'

And Nicky Barnes' and all of their influences

And the mood of it the same color of the magic

True to the hue of it like you was slumping off a habit

I was tryna Kind of Blue it

But everyone around me was meeting with Guadalupes and eating the conduit

With a trunk full of reasons to see what you follow through with

And bet I understood every dollar they spent to prove it

All together from wherever we bound by

Same block where they sell you a pack out of Crown Fried

To put me in your deck is like I brought you around mine

Just as long as you never expect me to downsize

Word to immunity, and all that it do for me

'Cause double entendres seem to fit more suitably

They sold you a paradox, I duck those beautifully

Figured it's worth it on the way out like duty free, truthfully

The price tag of what it took of me to get to me

The nerve of me tryna flood Fulton Street with Dilla beats

And bet I did all the above to a soliloquy

Made trappers go nuts to Donuts

The makings of a sacrificial lamb with the backings of a band

Trumpets wrapped around me rapping 'bout Saran

And all the superheroes that would pack 'em in sedans

And how everything you waited for can happen in advance

Bottle service rightfully in the picture

My morning after was playing 9th beats for strippers

Call it a beautiful decay at it's best

The greatest balancing act that ever came off the steps

With the same ones next to me posted up on whatever's left

Same jeweler whether a Jesus piece or a treble clef

Yeah, and if you was there then you understand

We all came fully prepared with rubber bands

But the more that I was point blanking at forever

The wilder it seemed to me to be stringing this together

Word fly around like we all out on the front page

Third time around it's more Common that one day

It all make sense, depending on who was talking

But me penning for me is me penning for Yusuf Hawkins

And pressing play for who be with it out the top drawer

Spending money off of lock jaw in the Glock store

And from it all, know me to forever rep

My tug of war was L-B and L-O-X

Turned into a hybrid and found a way to kill

The hood thought I was wild for turning down major deals

Somebody I write for said, "Yo, let it breathe

They don't deserve all of that work that you be setting free"

I said, "I could but if I don't then they don't get to leave

Nor do they get to ignore what the message be"

He agreed and said, "Regardless, you know that you got it"

And I proceeded with the part where I show him his pocket

Took the call for what I seen when no one would show it

My window faced shootouts, drug overdoses

Envisioning splitting up Henny with my son later

And hoping that he understand what this run gave us

Music for my friends out the trap who in the box

Either one, while my Fat Beats fans saved me a spot

Money pouring give us anything but privacy

'Cause now my old window's a commodity

I guess I gave too much of a fuck when I noticed too many moving vans

Truer words were never written by truer hands, 'cause, yo

[Chorus]

I was supposed to be a trap rapper

Club walk-throughs, Baller Alert posts

Yeah, I wasn't sposed to be a backpacker

At least that's what they tell me when I'm back home

Listen, I was supposed to be a trap rapper

Fashion Nova ads, brick money phones

Yo, I wasn't supposed to be a back packer

But shout to the hybrids who followed on my road, for real

[Outro]

Paper-made, tryna pour up somethin'

Bag on me, I can float somethin'

Docked on it like the boat comin'

Plug paid, I don't owe nothin'

Thank God how the snow comin'

Thank God how the stove jumpin'

Name another tag team that can stand still, be sure we'll run it

'Cause, see, far as the drip (Drip), know that I got it to give (Give)

Cop work with a Goyard, treat it as part of the flip (Flip)

Drug sales come with shooters and model bitches the maneuver

Y'all made it cool to be the user

So I get paid and be the loser, fuck it

Type of time my eye on

Clock leanin' like a sidecar

Birds movin' like bygones

Part traffic like Zion

Fly pelican, fly on

Wings on 'em, let 'em take flight

Hit a sample with a box cutter

Somethin' numb, what it taste like?

Five hundred for a bottle here

Fifty dollars for a bottle there

Four-fifty worth of sparklers

Make this whole shit change, right?