Trap or Lie

When fake trappers turned rappers, I can tell
It's kinda bait you didn't paint your image well
Screaming how you're getting richer off your sales
To your clientele, silly boy, you're snitching on yourself
You're in a different rave every fortnight
Copping bottle after bottle till the whores bite
Looking like you hit the lotto, but it's more like
The deets banged and your cousin brought guys
You got niced with about two bags
Two and a 'alf but you dropped your cuz a five as a thanks
He gave you dank a couple times
Helped you climb up them ranks
Got you cats so now you think you're 'ard as military tanks
But you resemble filling up tanks - gassed up
Advertising any skrilla you bank - that's dumb
Only fools spend money tryna look cool
But I'll leave you man to fill in the blanks
Mad crud, is all I ever hear comin' out your mouth
Real shottas have a fear of coming out their house
Paranoid that feds are near cah without a doubt
Any routine check and it'll be going down
And if they nab him and check his cabinets after
They're gonna find more than toothbrushes and plasters
Under the floorboards
In the back of the fourth draw
There's all sorts
Green, and of course snort

[Chorus]
But you won't hear that on the track being mentioned
'Cos real trap hittas don't attract the attention
That image ain't yours I can sense it
Imagine feds kicking down the door where your 'rents live
Living that life is expensive
You get no peace, no time to be pensive
Most just glamorize what their friends live
Me, I just say what's real then let the ends pick

Live your life, I ain't here to judge
I'm only hear to help you see a little clearer cuz
To the mandem moving gear, I can't cheer you on
'Cos I don't condone it but I'm local so I hear you don
Tryna make a little something then flip it
I see your vision, I'm trying the same thing with lyrics
Never was a bad yout, I could have been worse
I guess seeing friends die or get locked really works
Plus I always had the fear of God
And that's something that I'm seeing less and less in my Gs staying near the block
But I understand
It's hard to put your faith in another man
I pray for my brothers man
Everyday we're chasing a couple grand
Some do it legit, some are making it underhand
Just to quit this rat race that we're run, in fact
The ones who make it out, get replaced with another rat
Today I got rejected by another job
It's hard to tell a man to go legit as I struggle on
I know a couple dons
Dad didn't raise 'em
Grown up hard
Cah scumbag forsake them
Marge had to play both parts, one wage
And try to make the best of a bad situation (the best)
So the donnie moves weight cah the bills need paying
And there's stress on mum's face...

[Chorus]
But you won't hear that on the track being mentioned
'Cos real trap hittas don't attract the attention
That image ain't yours I can sense it
Imagine feds kicking down the door where your 'rents live
Living that life is expensive
You get no peace, no time to be pensive
Most just glamorize what their friends live
Me, I just say what's real then let the ends pick