Still Trappin

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[Chorus:]
Father, forgive me 'cause I'm still trappin'
I'm still trappin', I'm still trappin', I'm still trappin'
Father, forgive me 'cause I'm still trappin'
I'm still trappin', I'm still trappin', I'm still trappin', ah

[Post-Chorus:]
Wish I could right my wrongs, but who gon' get this shit gone?
I wish it would leave me 'lone, wanna' let go but I ain't that strong
It's twenty-five hunnid' for the bowl, bitch
Same price I'm taxin' for shows
Got Glock 19 for the road
I fall off today, bitch, I'm back in that mode, oh

[Verse:]
I love my scale like Dolph did
I need three hunnid' or more for the whole zip
QP or QT, eight hundred
Cowgirl, brown horse, match my drip
I was lookin' real hard and put up wet
I reckon I was somethin' God ain't finished yet
But still trappin', flippin' everything I invest
Blue jeans, leather boots, and a leather vest
Couple hatin', keep yo' mind off the bullshit
Started trappin', I ain't do it 'till the cool kids
Bud Light like my bud, this a cool spliff
Dropped my fuckin' four-wheeler in a mud ditch
I was prayin' up to God for a solid day
'Den I seen a dead pig wit' a smile on his face
Looked up to the sky at the sun rays
I know it's hard right now, there'll be better days

[Chorus:]
Father, forgive me 'cause I'm still trappin'
I'm still trappin', I'm still trappin', I'm still trappin'
Father, forgive me 'cause I'm still trappin'
I'm still trappin', I'm still trappin', I'm still trappin', ah

[Post-Chorus:]
Wish I could right my wrongs, but who gon' get this shit gone?
I wish it would leave me 'lone, wanna' let go but I ain't that strong
It's twenty-five hunnid' for the bowl, bitch
Same price I'm taxin' for shows
Got Glock 19 for the road
I fall off today, bitch, I'm back in that mode, oh

[Verse 2:]
When them tables turn, don't lose yo' appetite
Eat it up like I did every night
If the weed game die, I'ma sell ice
Grape Ape, real Gruntz, it's a different price
This trappin' shit gave me a different life
New whip, new bitch, get a grip on life
If yo' pappy wasn't makin' you a fuckin' mice
Get 'da fuck up out my trap, you don't get no rice
This shit got me livin' in hot car ten
If that fucker ain't broke, don't fix it then
Black hair, brown eyes, wit' a perfect grin
Thick beauty wit' a booty, I'ont like 'em thin
Dead fuckin' presidents are my best friends
If it ain't 'bout money, I'm not goin' ham
Got rich off foes wanna' make amends
But my scale is the only thing I depend on