M.A.T.A.

Luco Brasi, you know we 'posed to have

Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness

For some reason, maybe it's just me

I don't feel like I have those rights

I'm in the buildin' right now

Ay, listen to me one minute

Ay, you know how this shit really 'posed to be goin'

You know what I'm sayin'?

What up?

Still got two phones in the trenches

Where the robbers at?

Put the stamp on in a back room

I want all of that

Ballin' in the trap

Bought a knife and a pot

I come from the same place

We still hustle when it's hot

Make America trap again

Make America trap again

Make America trap again

Make America trap again

Still connected with the plug

But we keep that on the low

I got it out the mud

Goin' hard is all I know

Tryna make the trap great again

Great again

Tryna to make the trap great again (I'm tryin to, ya heard me?)

Great again (I'm tryin', you know)

I dropped time on first-time non-violent offenders

Dropped the bricks to thirteen-five, right in the city

Dropped the gas to a dollar three-five, I’m tryna get richer

Let the families from Mexico go be back with they children

Free Larry Hoover, Jeff Fort, they political prisoners

They treat the Muslims unfair, that's in all of their systems

They tryna break my **** Ralo

Tell the family we miss him

They put that panel against ya

You gotta stand on that business

That's all the way

Still got two phones in the trenches

Where the robbers at?

Put the stamp on in a back room

I want all of that

Ballin' in the trap

Bought a knife and a pot

I come from the same place

We still hustle when it's hot

Make America trap again

Make America trap again

Make America trap again

Make America trap again

Still connected with the plug

But we keep that on the low

I got it out the mud

Goin' hard is all I know

Tryna to make the trap great again

Great again

Tryna to make the trap great again

Great again

What you talkin' 'bout when dude tried to rob me?

I was solo, I ain't had no one 'round me

I go anywhere, I ain't got no boundaries

Election time, it was tight for Obama

Streets stalker, watch you up the revolver?

What I did, bitch, I grabbed for the gun

You let out two times, one in the hip and the back of my leg

Right under my ass

Bullet hit, breakin' the bone in half

Hospital, two weeks and a half

After that, I healed up in the cell

Prayin' to God when I was in jail

Go in there black, they put you through hell

Holdin' you ransom, raisin' your bail

Throw you a sandwich, huh, ****, yeah

Yeah, I'm fully prepared, but uh

Still got two phones in the trenches

Where the robbers at?

Put the stamp on in a back room

I want all of that

Ballin' in the trap

Bought a knife and a pot

I come from the same place

We still hustle when it's hot

Make America trap again

Make America trap again

Make America trap again

Make America trap again

Still connected with the plug

But we keep that on the low

I got it out the mud

Goin' hard is all I know

Tryna to make the trap great again

Great again

Tryna to make the trap great again

Great again