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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Madmarcc
Madmarcc
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Madmarcc
Madmarcc
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Go Grizzly
Go Grizzly
Producer
Squat
Squat
Producer
Bricks
Bricks
Producer
Ivory Scott
Ivory Scott
Producer
Squat Beats
Squat Beats
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Got a Draco in the closet
With a wood grain handle
I'm around you in every countries
**** play, get dismantled
[Verse 2]
Run it up now, oh
Give a damn, we 'ont care what a **** think
Run it up now, oh
Give a damn, I'ma take this money to the bank
I've been all around the world
But the trap still, trap still feel like home
[Verse 3]
I said the trap still feel like home
I said the trap still feel like home
I said the trap still feel like home
I said the trap still feel like home
Said the trap still feel like home
[Verse 4]
Reppin' on the road, said he doin' shows
Didn't see that, I pray for her I know, but
Trappin' with my bros, trappin' with my bros
All I know, it's the way we had growed up
Lookin' at my mint like, mine is colder
Lookin' at my wrist, that pussy mad 'cause he froze up
Pull up in that Lamborghini, throw the doors up
**** want some smoke, wait up, we cannot wait to show up
I might be the one who got him rockin' like a boulder
Fuck 'em when I'm on a Perc', won't touch 'em when I'm sober
Put him in your armor shirt, won't put him on a poster
Glizzy in my pocket, I can't rock it, ain't no hoes here
Knew my flow was sick, they know it would give 'em pneumonia
Know that I be drippin' and know that I keep it on
Draco in the closet, them motherfuckers so rude
[Verse 5]
Sippin' post, I said the trap still feel like home
I said the trap still feel like home
I said the trap still feel like home
Said the trap still feel like home
Said the trap still feel like home
[Verse 6]
Thousand miles away, I be gone
I got rich and famous, I'm high, still pick up the phone
But I wasn't down the road, yeah, free the fuckin' bros, yeah
I can change these hoes out, like I change my clothes now
I can nod my head at my lil' dogs, it make 'em go out
Stop posting my pictures of my drip, they won't have no style
Hundred thousand in my pocket, head nappy, know I get profiled
**** think I'm sweet, try to lick me and it's gon' go south
Never try to diss you or bash you, move on with no problems
One thing that I know, once your dollars up, they goin' hard swallow
They out, feel like slime in the road, someone go get my driver
Cryin' when you might not come home, that's what I call silent
Fuck around and found me a plug, invested in exotic
Never goin' back to my hood, 'cause I ain't gon' leave a body
Make sure that my people, them good, that's what I care about
[Verse 7]
I said the trap still feel like home
I said the trap still feel like home
I said the trap still feel like home
I said the trap still feel like home
Said the trap still feel like home
Written by: Madmarcc
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