Money coming in, yeah, we living life right,
Rollin’ with my crew, we be up all night,
Dirty in the game, got nothin’ to lose,
Whippin’ in the kitchen, yeah, we pay the dues.
Got my Trapqueen on the side, she real,
Counting up the racks, she know what I feel,
Lean in my cup, got me swervin’ through the lane,
Everyday hustle, never playin’ no game.
Came up from the bottom, now we touchin’ the sky,
Haters wanna talk, but they don’t know why,
Streets raised me tough, yeah, I learned my craft,
Chasin’ after dreams, while they just do the math.
Whippin’, flippin’, stackin’ racks on racks,
Life in the trap, no time to relax,
Dirty money clean when we makin’ that move,
Step up in the trap, feel the vibe, make it groove.
Eyes on the prize, with my queens at the front,
Countin’ every dollar while we roll another blunt,
Streetlights flicker as we glimmer in the night,
Plugged in tight, yeah, everything’s alright.
We the kings and queens, takin’ over the city,
Every block we pass, got ‘em feelin’ gritty,
Caught in the hustle, we’ll never back down,
Holding on to dreams while we wear the crown.
So raise a toast to those who stand tough and tall,
Rollin’ through the trap, yeah, we never gonna fall,
With love in our hearts and the grind never cease,
Living for the moment, finding joy in our peace.
Money, love, and loyalty, that’s our daily mold,
In this life of riches, watch the stories unfold,
When the sun sets, we know we did the best,
This trap life is ours, forever we’ll invest.
With every beat we drop, we build up our name,
Plugged in the streets, forever in the game,
So chase your dreams, baby, let the fire ignite,
In a world full of wrong, we gonna make it right.
Trap
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