Love the Trap

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Nines] Back in the day most my olders were coke heads All I used to do was smoke weed and rob mopeds I used to think it was fun on the block When we was rushing [?] running from cops Robbin man for their pokemon cards Every night me and T catching joke in my yard My brudda ran the block so I was royalty Now he's gone only couple niggas show their loyalty I wanted to be like the OGs So I started sellin weed with my codies Me and Streetz went half on a Q Don't laugh cos it's true, I turnt a half into 2 Turned that to a Z, back then that was loads of cash Woke up in the morning someone stole my stash It's cool though cos that only made me strong Lengths said he was gonna bring me in but he was taking long Started writing grime bars Funds dropped me a Z I turned it to a 9 bar But I wouldn't stop there, 'cah I was on a mission Me and Soup started going in so fuck the competition Tryna hide it from mum that I get dough 'Cah I'm still in year 9 with grills and a techno Bought an eight-ball, tried to chill around fiends But it didn't work out for my million pound dreams [Hook: Krystal] I've been struggling all my life This pain got a aim too tight I'm on my grind With money on my mind So focus on these packs I blow a stack and I make it back I love the trap I love the trap [Verse 2: P-Dubbz] Because my third eye is now half wide [?] Pre-meditating, mind elevation Vision saying I made it So we can really see the stacks levitate on the playlist Don't be surprised when you see me rolling round town in [?] cos it's [?] by M.W But the fire still goes down in the booth I really do this ting See, I ain't tryna pretend to rap I'm just spittin facts and I just come to bless the track I told my little donny watch the friends that you keep Talk is cheap, [?] talk about you every week See they'd rather see you die than see you multiply These anti social guys don't wanna breathe nothing, they'd rather see you smoked tonight My niggas hanging round here when it's cops sittin [?] plannin on handin out years Gun shots test in the park, nobody cares Yutes chill on the block, hangin on stairs Praying for better days with the canes and the cell comes Even exchange flames so the beef cooking is well done Far too young but gone too far to turn back Many got hyped cos the stripes they're tryna earn bad Sun-Tzu's Art of War, have you learned that? 'Cah enough good yutes thinkin they turned bad