The World Is The Trap

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Swag Toof - Rap

The World Is The Trap

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(Choirboy) Get hit with the facts homie the world is the trap [Verse 1: Ouija] From down in the streets where its never good Down where they called me peckerwood Down where they told me I never could amount to shit but shit I made a millions dolla' bet I would They be sitting on 2 mil fucking it off on the bloccs that I cruise through still Everybody talking bout they real Talkin' bout they kill Talkin' bout they steal But I'm just another white boy Bringing attention to the fact the trap is a motherfucking bitch and this shit is killing us all Its just some white boys in it they might even get the message Addressing the epidemic and the problem they cause now Race ain't the issue at all but if you connect it and reject it governments will then fall For every cops fist that I ever took in the jaw That made me want to burn the world to ash and watch it dissolve I'm just a dog eat dog with a bear trap on my paw The rich man on the law and they watching us crawl They got white people fighting black people but were all poor people that are too fucking blind to evolve Fuck em all though we kill em on sight boy White boy, choir boy thats my boy On the blocc where I almost died boy and people that would write me off as just another white boy [Hook] Why do you rap? Who you gon' put on the map? (just another white boy) The ones in the back children that fell through the craccs (just another white boy) You white or you black? who are you trying to attack? (just another white boy) Get hit with the facts homie the world is the trap (just another white boy, just another white boy) Get hit with the facts homie the world is the trap [Verse 2: Choirboy] Got no soul Got no soul Lil white devil feel I got no home Been rapping for a culture that ain't my own Guess the struggle is something that I can't own Man fuck J. Cole he ain't know like my peeps ain't dying like I ain't poor Boy you never gonna be shit is what I was told In the same damn street shit I ain't cold But we joking though right (right) No need to get uptight No this ain't my home but I might inspire someone with what I write I stand up for the outcasts and misfits Seen a mother two jobs putting food in the kitchen Bout to get a pic of this world so vicious Know how much it costs for doctor visits Understand (?) moving grams with the biscuits Jack boy robbing just to get his prescription Whole systems a prison that they turned into a business (?) Hold your fist up in resistance Refuse to be a statistic keep forgetting that I'm (just another white boy) [Hook]

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Credits

Writers
  • Ouija Macc
  • Choirboy