Came From The Trap

[Verse 1: YoungKingg]
It's a reason why I rap, I really came from the trap
I watched so many fade away, it really made me fall back
I fell down on my ass, now I'm tryna crawl back
When they called, I picked up, but they ain't never call back
They said they showin' too much love, but I don't see it, where it's at?
'Cause they ones who said they love me, they ain't never had my back
But it's cool, I just stack and always ride with my strap
'Cause I can't afford to slack, I know they wanna hold me back
Before a nigga get past me, he gon' get sacked
Bеfore a nigga whip out on me, he gon' gеt whacked
I ain't tryna be a killer, but'll kill, that shit tit for tat
When I had my back against the wall, where was you at?
A lot of people switched up, but I ain't see it comin'
But it won't happen again 'cause I learned from it
I heard you gettin' fronted, but what you earn from it?
You must don't know the worth, you a fuckin' dummy
You must don't know how to count, them numbers ain't right
Once I leave the state, you gotta know I'm finna up the price
People always hatin' on me, so I stopped takin' advice
I had to realize they ain't wanna see me in the light
I had to realize they ain't got my best interest in life
I get up in the booth and speak my mind, this my real life
Have you ever jumped in that water on thin ice?
Have you ever tried everything and still couldn't get it right?
Fuck, I keep fuckin' up

[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
GrindHard
Five different people, ninety times twelve, that's that pill life
A thousand-eighty divided by ninety, that's the pill price
Get out your calculator, what's that? Oh, yeah, twelve dollars
If 12 come on that bullshit, we might get life
I asked a fiend, "When you smoke dope, what it make you feel like?"
I'm a dope addict too, 'cause if I ain't got no weed or no lean, I don't feel right
Just drunk a four and smoked a zip, now I feel right
They keep askin' if I'ma drop the price, what I look like?
I knew the pills was fake when I looked at 'em, they ain't look right
I had to break it down to 'em like, "Look, right
I've been doin' this shit for a long time
If it ain't got your name on the bottle, I don't want 'em"
Don't call my phone askin' what I got if you don't want it
My nephew stay on bullshit, but I don't condone it
At twelve or thirteen, he was totin' guns, his bad ass was smokin'
If a nigga ever catch me without my gun, I'ma have to poke 'em
Like, come here
I heard that you got dropped on, why you ain't drop back?
You say you from the hood, well, tell me, where your block at?
You say you movin' everything out your trap, where your spot at?
You say you ridin' 'round with your strap, where your Glock at?
No, matter fact, where your chop at?
Fiend that pays debt on the third, he got a hot pack
Bustin' juggs on a blank phone because I lost my contacts
Fuck