Trap or Lie

Lyrics

When fake trappers turned rappers, I can tell It's kinda bait you didn't paint your image well Screaming how you're getting richer off your sales To your clientele, silly boy, you're snitching on yourself You're in a different rave every fortnight Copping bottle after bottle till the whores bite Looking like you hit the lotto, but it's more like The deets banged and your cousin brought guys You got niced with about two bags Two and a 'alf but you dropped your cuz a five as a thanks He gave you dank a couple times Helped you climb up them ranks Got you cats so now you think you're 'ard as military tanks But you resemble filling up tanks - gassed up Advertising any skrilla you bank - that's dumb Only fools spend money tryna look cool But I'll leave you man to fill in the blanks Mad crud, is all I ever hear comin' out your mouth Real shottas have a fear of coming out their house Paranoid that feds are near cah without a doubt Any routine check and it'll be going down And if they nab him and check his cabinets after They're gonna find more than toothbrushes and plasters Under the floorboards In the back of the fourth draw There's all sorts Green, and of course snort [Chorus] But you won't hear that on the track being mentioned 'Cos real trap hittas don't attract the attention That image ain't yours I can sense it Imagine feds kicking down the door where your 'rents live Living that life is expensive You get no peace, no time to be pensive Most just glamorize what their friends live Me, I just say what's real then let the ends pick Live your life, I ain't here to judge I'm only hear to help you see a little clearer cuz To the mandem moving gear, I can't cheer you on 'Cos I don't condone it but I'm local so I hear you don Tryna make a little something then flip it I see your vision, I'm trying the same thing with lyrics Never was a bad yout, I could have been worse I guess seeing friends die or get locked really works Plus I always had the fear of God And that's something that I'm seeing less and less in my Gs staying near the block But I understand It's hard to put your faith in another man I pray for my brothers man Everyday we're chasing a couple grand Some do it legit, some are making it underhand Just to quit this rat race that we're run, in fact The ones who make it out, get replaced with another rat Today I got rejected by another job It's hard to tell a man to go legit as I struggle on I know a couple dons Dad didn't raise 'em Grown up hard Cah scumbag forsake them Marge had to play both parts, one wage And try to make the best of a bad situation (the best) So the donnie moves weight cah the bills need paying And there's stress on mum's face... [Chorus] But you won't hear that on the track being mentioned 'Cos real trap hittas don't attract the attention That image ain't yours I can sense it Imagine feds kicking down the door where your 'rents live Living that life is expensive You get no peace, no time to be pensive Most just glamorize what their friends live Me, I just say what's real then let the ends pick