Trap Never Closed
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A 80’s baby born in 83 (3) grew up raised on the G (street)
Actually I was born in the south but we move to the nawf when a nigga was like 3
8 yrs later when my hustle came, saw my best friend snawting cocaine
Man that shit fucked up my mind frame
But it was my introduction to the Da Dope Game
( I remember so vividly, we was young niggas. My homie broke that line out and started snawting that shit right in front of me
I said “damn” that’s what you doing with your money?
The next day I went and bought me a pack
And after school stood on da track (track)
With a 50 pack of crack
Bomb weighed 1.7 I made a $110 off dat
Garland street sholl raised a nigga, hood infested with cones and dealers
In my eyes ain’t no one reala (than me)
Nigga - I was in that hood going ham
(Hold up, rephrase that shit)
Nigga pops turnt me into the beast that I am
I been swangin dem trees, gambling dice all on my knees
Someone pass me the crown Royal please.
Say da trap never closed on my end,
Got money on the low and the high end
All cash up front no backends, All cash up front no backends,
All cash up front no backends,
If you coming like that no pack in
Say da trap never closed on my end,
Got money on the low and the high end
All cash up front no backends,
All cash up front no backends,
If you coming like that no pack in,
If you coming like that no pack in
I was in the trap goin ham, I was just working my hands
Told the publishing company just keep sending royalties I don’t even need no advance
Gotta stack that money every season,
Me and money get a long for a reason
I remember I was down bad fucked up didn’t have a dime I was out here scheming
(I remember when, I saw them candles at my Grandma's house right,
I melted the candles down,
I re-rocked the work, I mixed it with the wax from the candles,
The cone use to rub that shit across they gums)
And they whole mouth went numb, look like I got a new bomb
Cooked right I can take them crumbs
Drop’em back in the pot and rework for funds
Say the trap never closed on my end, got money on the low and the high end
All cash up front no back ends.
If you coming like that no pack in
Ain’t never front no nigga, cause ain’t never wanna be fronted
Yeen finna play with me bout my money
Ain’t finna crash over these lil dummies
I got kids to feed
Swear foe God I’m go feeds my seeds
Rather it’s music or O’s and B’s
I’m providing them with wants and needs
Pass me the Crown Royal Please
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