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Trap, it's a trap saga, and I'm still running But I gotta cover like snow cover Tryna keep my folks covered, brother, y'all about a hustle like a stack of numbers Different shots from the block and they still got us Yeah they love to hate a ****, but the cops love us Yeah they got God with us, I got God with us I got God with us look, keep this shit on lock, low key these locks... Got a have that shit, that's real for me, can't see me boy I'm too in and out, love find me on the CD boy, get you wet doing whatever And I feel y'all know I shout out my **** Then I just know, I know **** just like For the folks, for my kids here, for this here runnin Keep living, keep gunning and surviving, press time, precious time, can't be left behind See, I'm all bout mine, can't question mine I ain't complaining, I got values, still got shit to do meal tickets, tickets and bills due, shit different Next hit, next step, I am done with it Down with it, down with it, down with it, down with it Straight up my team here, y'all with it Tryna go bring peace up from the west to the east South to the north, on my chets ****, trying to stamp my passport For the gravel grass streets This the feel, I know Lord **** get shot, don't even feel relief All we know is grief, but yeah, good grief that's still... We release, we build, print some hats, making this celebration, Making wish Lord for that cake, that cake…
Written by: Livingston Lemorie Matthews, Stefan Lilov, Yavor Lilov
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