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Trapstar
Hip-Hop/Rap
Trapstar was released on May 16, 2025 by Soga as a part of the album Dirty City
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Release DateMay 16, 2025
LabelSoga
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Caleb Bwamiki
Caleb Bwamiki
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Caleb Bwamiki
Caleb Bwamiki
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Soga
Soga
Producer

Lyrics

Sonny think he tough, ain't no trap star
See right through your bluff, you are not hard
From the new school, full of hard knocks
Heart full of scars, brothers really in the stars
Bobbing, weaving, life is like it's dodge ball
Hood babies, be home 'fore the lights on
Pop a perc but do it fix the stress, nah
Mama tell him come home, but he running wild
Take a spin around my block, you'd think it's hot
Really we be chilling
Know the ghetto ain't always the trenches
Different but similar struggles we feeling
Know what it feel like for food to be scarce
Cars breaking down, mold on the ceiling
Had hoop dreams
So my daddy wunt have to worry bout hydro billings
Hide your feelings, till you go to war
Real soldiers don't keep em' score
Bunch youngins, running with no guidance
Tell him to hop in the whip and he in it
But tell him to talk to a shawty, he scared
Give him the blick he ain't letting it blare
But now he got his prints all over blick
Police tell him to put up his hands in the air
Mama got no time for chilling, working till 11
Tryna make a living
While her son out there on the streets
Riding in a stollie, tryna make a killing
Ain't a thug, he want just acceptance
In the streets only place he get it
All these wounds, you won't find a scar
Cause his heart ain't too good at healing
Sonny think he tough, ain't no trap star
See right through your bluff, you are not hard
From the new school, full of hard knocks
Heart full of scars, brothers really in the stars
Bobbing, weaving, life is like it's dodge ball
Hood babies, be home 'fore the lights on
Pop a perc but do it fix the stress, nah
Mama tell him come home, but he running wild
Gave the streets my heart now it's full of scars
Seen my homie die on the boulevard
Lived by that iron I was Tony Stark
Found his killer on a corner now he in the stars
Went from ghetto balling to trench crawling
Santa only gave me coal in my crimson stocking
Fueled that fire in me more, streets kept knocking
At my lowest, kept the code, brothers never called me
Trust me youngin you don't want this lifestyle
Heart heavy I might drown
Paranoid cause it's nice out
Better watch your back, always keep up strap
Homies got they knifes out
Always thought it was a family, in these streets
Love gotta price now
Sonny think he tough, ain't no trap star
See right through your bluff, you are not hard
From the new school, full of hard knocks
Heart full of scars, brothers really in the stars
Bobbing, weaving, life is like it's dodge ball
Hood babies, be home 'fore the lights on
Pop a perc but do it fix the stress, nah
Mama tell him come home, but he running wild
Written by: Caleb Bwamiki
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