Trap Life

Lyrics

[Hook:] When they don't have Feel sorry for these niggers, it is so sad Swear I'm a go mad, niggers try and run off with the money bag Take when they don't have, feel sorry for these niggers, it is so sad Swear I'm a go mad, I'm a have to run up on your comrade [Verse 1:] I can't even think straight, that's why it take me ten years to make a mixtape And I can't even see clear My cousins in the bing, wish he could be here Trap life, crack pipe Cats like, "H, do you have white?" Back to the streets where I sold mine The phone rings, my four line It's all fucked up that ain't right I could go back to jail if I have a fight Get recalled, they say H behave Just trying to help show cats they could save But I don't have beef, nah, any funny business I'ma let the MAC speak What you saying when a niggers dead? It's not a game, I ain't playing with the infrared [Hook:] When they don't have Feel sorry for these niggers, it is so sad Swear I'm a go mad, niggers try and run off with the money bag Take when they don't have, feel sorry for these niggers, it is so sad Swear I'm a go mad, I'm a have to run up on your comrade [Verse 2:] Shell shocks on my earrings, speak to myself cah I hear things And I don't even sleep well, every time I close my eyes it's like I see hell Flashbacks, trash traps, people try to kill me had to stab cats I could lose an arm, I could lose a leg, they could catch me slipping and just shoot me dead Its all fucked up, what's next? Can't even try, they doing stop checks Plain clothes, stay off the main roads Dusty old scales when I weigh O's But I don't even get shift, Nah Any funny business I'ma let the tech spit What you saying when them niggers dead It's not game when I aim with the infrared [Hook:] When they don't have Feel sorry for these niggers, it is so sad Swear I'm a go mad, niggers try and run off with the money bag Take when they don't have, feel sorry for these niggers, it is so sad Swear I'm a go mad, I'm a have to run up on your comrade [Verse 3:] Up North did my bird, left court Two years, time served I don't buy herb, make my own cheese Run up on me? Oh please On the streets paid my dues Robbed niggers like, "These are my shoes" I don't buy food, they say I'm rude Strap to your face, hi dude I have eighty shots, I'm talking eighty shots My cats ate the rocks, Scarface take a box Have your Mums tied up, can't move Start belling off your line for that hard food For that hard food, its Hoolihoo Fuck dealin' cause its killing what I really do What i really do is stuff 'em in the wheelie bin SAS, Black Ops late in the evening [Hook:] When they don't have Feel sorry for these niggers, it is so sad Swear I'm a go mad, niggers try and run off with the money bag Take when they don't have, feel sorry for these niggers, it is so sad Swear I'm a go mad, I'm a have to run up on your comrade