Trap House

[Hook]
Woke up in a trap, fuck is goin' on?
Man look at my watch, I've been here too long
It's like they got me chained, they don't want me to leave
Just trynna feed my fam, but they don't want me to eat

[Verse 1]
Feel like I'm in a nightmare nigga
I'ma fuck around and spaz
All my niggas in the feds
They was bustin' down them stacks
I got no choice in the matter and matter of fact see your man
Gotta man up so man understand I'ma stand up no playin' I'm sayin'
I get it i get it my nigga, the fuck would you do?
West side rollin' on your bitchass
Came up with some East side niggas known to get cash
Whiplash from the drop-top
Quick fast then the Glock popped
And whip crack in the crock pot (BOP, BOP)
How the Glock go, my the clock go
Mighty fast when a nigga ain't got shit
Got sick, when I ain't have money
That was withdrawals
Now I withdraw like I'm 6'4
Yeah that's big ballin', you heard?
Yeah I'm John Wall and nobody can guard 'em
Chris Paul and I'm Melo, I'm all in that Garden
My Rolex say hello to all of my darlings, you heard?
Real shit all in my lines, all in my mind
Had to get my mama out the ghetto
Need my brother outta prison
Get the money out the system
Just a Baltimore nigga
Wasn't even supposed to get it

[Hook]
Woke up in a trap, fuck is goin' on?
Man look at my watch, I've been here too long
It's like they got me trapped, they don't want me to leave
Just trynna feed my fam, bitch I'm from the streets

[Verse 2]
I know you should cuff your bitch
I know I could get the brain
I know y'all don't go this hard
I know I go 'gainst the grain
I know, I know about strugglin'
I know I go gets the change
I know niggas who spit them hollows
Follow niggas and bust they brains
Trust they gang, more than mama
So broke can't afford any drama
This shit is too real, bullshit if you will
But I don't advise that, been scrapin' that Pyrex
They workin' that stove like they searchin' for gold
Man, they basically pirates
The fuck is the IRS? We hustle nigga
Last time I caught a paycheck, it's a safe bet
That it wasn't a nine-to-five
My nigga caught a case, I had to face that
Streets was the test, I had to ace that
Get this money ASAP, ugh
They clap, we clap
Hope the concrete is soft as you want it to be
Cause niggas takin' street naps, yeah street naps
If we ever relapse, hold on, everybody relax
We read traps, let the '44 flex
Cause we really in the trap, like a full court press
And my niggas in the feds, go forward don't stress
Hold your head my nigga, I'ma for sure bet
Get that new Ferrari on 'em, bet the boy gon' flex
Whores on deck, B'more is on next
Haters keep askin', is he gon' do it? Yes
Guess they never woke up in the trap

[Outro]
"Hey! Watch your fingers ladies!
The doors are closing, and they'll be shut til' the morning too
So overnight, you can dream about what freedom feel like
What pussy feel like, what holdin' your baby feel like
What kissin' your bitch feel like, but until then...
You my bitch! Lock they asses down! Lock it down!"