Rappin' & Trappin'

(JB on the)

My **** picture it

My whole wrist is lit

Used to take dem pissy lifts

Was sleepin' in my ****'s crib

Still puttin' packs up in the microwaves

Customisin' diamond chains

Man, we was lost and had to find a way

Smokin' on gelato

These Louboutin's got the sparkle

I started with a half O with the dreams to be a narco

Still, I can't wife a chick, married to my Lyca chip

Sold a Z while writin' this, my youngers shoot while cyclin'

I'm stuck up in this city full of flashin' lights

I keep it humble 'cause I never really had a life

Now my shoes, top and jeans cost a pack of white

Still I trap at night

When will I be satisfied?

Guess it's just a trappers life

Cookin' up them Nina's, Z's get sacrificed

And if my brother's patronised, somebody's gettin' Channel 5'd

Look, I've got two scales I'm balancin'

Two scales I'm patternin'

As for this rappin' ting, it's sorta just happenin'

Should I hit the booth or go and whip the twos?

Got mad love for dem little yutes that's hittin' shoots, I did it too

He's gettin' smoked if we're in the mood

Lil' brother can't get to the hand ting, told him bring the broom

But I ain't rappin' 'bout no dip-dips and four doors

Just touched up on four raw

Now I got four more

Johnny's got Six-O

Lookin' for four scores

Told him just link little bro by the fourth floor

Man, I just beat the case

So can somebody tell Latesha Grace

That Fredo's tryin' give her D for days?

I'm smokin' weed and eatin' steak

Thinkin' that I need a break

But I won't stop until my G's are straight

Sittin' down with Dotz, chattin' to him in the cemetery

Tellin' him that now I rap, everyone remembers me

Miss the days when it was 'bout the fun and it was never P's

I know you're smilin' down when I spend five bills on a Fendi Tee

But maybe Heaven is the place that Fredo's meant to be

'Cause down here on Earth it ain't nothin' but fakes and jealousy

Still I'm loyal to the rules, that's somethin' you will never be

You want the fame so much so it's somethin' you will never see

She's clubbin' every week, that's somethin' I will never breed

My own friends stole my gun, that somethin' I will never leave

Now he's round with pagans and it's fuckin' with me mentally

But I'm an Ace of Spades and them **** come like Cherry B

That pussy stabbed me in my back and it was very deep

Then I got locked for a shootin', three stabbin's and a hella T

But I'ma let it be

'Cause if my lawyer hears this rap, dude'll wanna lecture me

'Bout why the Feds are vexed with me

Workers said Nick robbed him for some B

So I told him for a couple weeks you're shottin' it for free

Same time I had his big sister droppin' to her knees

She bust it open quick 'cause I'm poppin' in the street (Street)

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