Trap Life

[Hook:]
When they don’t have
Feel sorry for these niggers, it is so sad
Swear I'm a go mad, niggers try and run off with the money bag
Take when they don’t have, feel sorry for these niggers, it is so sad
Swear I'm a go mad, I'm a have to run up on your comrade

[Verse 1:]
I can’t even think straight, that's why it take me ten years to make a mixtape
And I can’t even see clear
My cousins in the bing, wish he could be here
Trap life, crack pipe
Cats like, "H, do you have white?"
Back to the streets where I sold mine
The phone rings, my four line
It's all fucked up that ain't right
I could go back to jail if I have a fight
Get recalled, they say H behave
Just trying to help show cats they could save
But I don’t have beef, nah, any funny business I’ma let the MAC speak
What you saying when a niggers dead?
It's not a game, I ain't playing with the infrared

[Hook:]
When they don’t have
Feel sorry for these niggers, it is so sad
Swear I'm a go mad, niggers try and run off with the money bag
Take when they don’t have, feel sorry for these niggers, it is so sad
Swear I'm a go mad, I'm a have to run up on your comrade

[Verse 2:]
Shell shocks on my earrings, speak to myself cah I hear things
And I don’t even sleep well, every time I close my eyes it's like I see hell
Flashbacks, trash traps, people try to kill me had to stab cats
I could lose an arm, I could lose a leg, they could catch me slipping and just shoot me dead
Its all fucked up, what's next?
Can’t even try, they doing stop checks
Plain clothes, stay off the main roads
Dusty old scales when I weigh O’s
But I don’t even get shift, Nah
Any funny business I’ma let the tech spit
What you saying when them niggers dead
It’s not game when I aim with the infrared

[Hook:]
When they don’t have
Feel sorry for these niggers, it is so sad
Swear I'm a go mad, niggers try and run off with the money bag
Take when they don’t have, feel sorry for these niggers, it is so sad
Swear I'm a go mad, I'm a have to run up on your comrade

[Verse 3:]
Up North did my bird, left court
Two years, time served
I don’t buy herb, make my own cheese
Run up on me? Oh please
On the streets paid my dues
Robbed niggers like, "These are my shoes"
I don’t buy food, they say I’m rude
Strap to your face, hi dude
I have eighty shots, I'm talking eighty shots
My cats ate the rocks, Scarface take a box
Have your Mums tied up, can’t move
Start belling off your line for that hard food
For that hard food, its Hoolihoo
Fuck dealin' cause its killing what I really do
What i really do is stuff 'em in the wheelie bin
SAS, Black Ops late in the evening

[Hook:]
When they don’t have
Feel sorry for these niggers, it is so sad
Swear I'm a go mad, niggers try and run off with the money bag
Take when they don’t have, feel sorry for these niggers, it is so sad
Swear I'm a go mad, I'm a have to run up on your comrade