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[Outro: Tag]
Trap Fanatics

[Chorus: B.A. The Great]
I remember them nights I was stuck in the trenches (nah for real)
When the police be [?], I hid the dope in the bushes (nah for real, for real)
We kept it low-key to dodge the cases (nah for real)
We hope for the best and pray that we make it (nah for real, for real)
I been gettin' money (yeah, for real)
Wore this shit, ’fore I even got a deal (nah for real, for real)
Her ass so fat, I asked her, it wasn't real (nah, for real)
Ay fuck a rap, I pimp a bitch upon the hill (nah for real, for real)

[Verse 1: B.A. The Great]
Like I already had it, momma told me get my shit
And get the package
[?] scarce gun, nigga, dope, nigga, it would fit up in the mattress
Cook to get money, nigga, we didn't understand how [?] we were askin’
Yeah, get the brick and we'd break it up
Then take it to the block and we'd shake it up
We were gettin' to the money, nigga, nah, for real
Spendin' big juug money, way before the deal
I had a whole 'partment full of crack and pill
Them JB and [?] nigga [?] chill
First you learn to live, game and the bitch [?] dead, for real
Keep that school year, one [?], shit, it was best, for real
Had the money in the joint [?] shield, that school ain't doin' [?], nah for real
[?] wouldn’t pay the bill
[?] school couldn't save us, cause I'm steady [?]
[?] motherfuckin’ money still made up

[Chorus: B.A. The Great]
I remember them nights I was stuck in the trenches (nah for real)
When the police be [?], I hid the dope in the bushes (nah for real, for real)
We kept it low-key to dodge the cases (nah for real)
We hope for the best and pray that we make it (nah for real, for real)
I been gettin' money (yeah, for real)
Wore this shit, ’fore I even got a deal (nah for real, for real)
Her ass so fat, I asked her, it wasn't real (nah, for real)
Ay fuck a rap, I pimp a bitch upon the hill (nah for real, for real)

[Verse 2: B.A. The Great]
I been gettin' money like a drug dealer
Fillin' up my cup, so fill [?] mud, nigga
I always knew when I grew up, I be a thug nigga
I get money, I don’t trust niggas
Don't 'posed to be sellin' dope, that's why I rob, nigga
I'ma put [?] a hoe, call me God, nigga
I put your hoe in a choke, that's on mob, nigga
My young nigga that kick your door
I pay the job, nigga
Fredo taught that calicko, he blow your [?], nigga
Fuck [?] bitch by the two, man, I just bought me a coupe
Look, look, nah, for real, I'ma fuck around and buy me like two
Nah, for real, first of all [?] streets in a lock

[Chorus: B.A. The Great]
I remember them nights I was stuck in the trenches (nah for real)
When the police be [?], I hid the dope in the bushes (nah for real, for real)
We kept it low-key to dodge the cases (nah for real)
We hope for the best and pray that we make it (nah for real, for real)
I been gettin' money (yeah, for real)
Wore this shit, 'fore I even got a deal (nah for real, for real)
Her ass so fat, I asked her, it wasn't real (nah, for real)
Ay fuck a rap, I pimp a bitch upon the hill (nah for real, for real)

[Outro: B.A. The Great]
Nah, for real
Nah, for real, for real
Nah, for real
Nah, for real, for real
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