Jam Up

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Trapo - Rap

Jam Up

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[Verse 1] I just put a flame to the dope feel better, right I was young in the room Couples games by the food that my momma brought to me sometimes Standing all in that lunch line, right Always ran from the rules Like fuck that class I was smart enough But none of ya'll staff gon' pick me up, when I'm down I was lost, right For my brothers, I grind for a loft Probably faint if you look at the cost Seventh grade I just wanted a loft but we pay for them xans Wash it down with the Vos Like I don't care 'bout no rules So far I've lived how I choose So far I've lived how I've, right [Hook] So nigga get ready, I'm ready for action This gun won't jam up And if its a problem, I gotta react and Excuse my manners See I met a few dudes and i couldn't stand them But it's all good, cause Trapo that nigga now They ask for a verse when they need it now And I give it to 'em If i don't, ain't nobody gon' listen to 'em I feel bigger now [Verse 2] You should listen to 'em All these people telling me to listen to 'em I get mentions from 'em but they hated me They created me When I make it, don't expect no play from me My old chick say she just need a break from me Need a, right [Hook 2] So nigga get ready, I'm ready for action This gun won't jam up And if its a problem, I gotta react and Excuse my manners I been on the road boy So please do not ask me where I will end up I been on the road boy So please do not ask me where I will end up [Verse 3] Fuck them niggas I went to school with, nigga If I make it I plan on moving nigga If I make it I plan on moving niggas Couple bitches they wanna do me, nigga Couple women cooking me movie dinners I just fuck 'em and give 'em new beginnings I'm a rapper, right? So these xans kick in in the afterlife All my plans work out if the math is right And the math is right So I ball til' I'm bald in a pamper Couple stains in my jeans and this dandruff King Trap finna trap with his family Sitting back writing raps get a grammy I make it look easy, right, don't it? This shit was a freebie I promise [Break] Like I'm on the verge of something, right Girl I warn you I'm a nascar racer race I race to a place to a stage that didn't work, right Like should be onto something, right I was never used to following your pattern High school I was missing my practice Now I'm better, I don't even need practice [Verse 4] And I'm like wait wait, right Roll one make it better than the last one New girl way better than the last one I was last in the class but I always had passed Like fuck your appearance I went and grab some And we all smoke dope, we just like our folks We don't ever reminisce just let it happen And we all fall off and reset our- And I'm like wait is there a stage is there a place for me? I swear my days so fucking long This shit so make believe Is there a way to see the shade, the kind I've never seen (x2) [Outro] I wasn't always like this I walk inside the store And take what I want then gotta go And nevermind the prices See now we robbin' folks a lot of folks [?] a lot behind us You ever smile before if I was close you down to know [?] might get higher I wasn't always like this I walk inside the store And take what I want then gotta go And nevermind the prices See now we robbin' folks a lot of folks [?] a lot behind us You ever smile before if I was close you down to know [?] might get higher Like I'm on the verge of something, right Girl I warn you I'm a nascar racer race I race to a place to a stage that didn't work, right Like should be onto something, right I was never used to following your pattern High school I was missing my practice Now I'm better, I don't even need practice

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  • Trapo