Trap Shit

[Hook] Trap shit that trap shit that trap shit all my niggas feel it when I talk trap shit That trap shit that trap shit all my bitches love it when I talk that trap shit That trap shit that trap shit say my label hate it when I talk that trap shit That trap shit that trap shit say the blogs hate it when I talk that trap shit [Verse 1] All my millions is honest, I don't owe you no lies Rap wasn't working out for me, so dope is how I survived Mama too much debt, Daddy somewhere hiding I wasn't out hitting club singles, I was too busy providing Couple views on YouTube, that's how I winded up signing Had a Digi scale in that same booth, I was doing more than just rhyming Started back when I was sixteen, penny nickel and diming By eighteen I climbed in, and got ten pounds off consignment Honestly I had ten of them when Cool & Dre came to sign me Yeah bitch I had work, and no plans on resigning Now a nigga wanna rob me, because of how well I'm grinding Well I'm strapped up no matter what, and I dare a nigga come try me [Hook] [Verse 2] They think I'm some millionaire, but I'm nowhere near it These niggas out here starving though, and they ain't een tryna hear it He at home with his baby mama, and all five of their children The rent due the pampers low, and she just missed her period He flat broke and he sick of it, trying to find something to cure it And here I go with this ballin' shit, spent forty thousand on jewelry When your pocket low you get desperate, your judgement gets blurry And every time you can't feed your kids, your eyes get a bit teary Now he talkin' 'bout robbing me, and if I don't take the nigga serious When he run up on me and draw me down, I can't do shit but look silly Then its going on WorldStar, 'bout how I let a nigga get me And if I am strapped and they catch me with it you say a nigga just ignorant [Hook] [Verse 3] When I signed that record deal, the fuck I'mma do if they drop me Buy a couple pounds of that broccoli, and turn my spot into a swap meet They just care about hit records, they don't care if my child eat Honestly I don't expect them to, bitch I'm a man I got me They don't understand where I come from, two words dope money And hate when I talk that trap shit, two more words show money And search for that hit single, but I don't give a fuck 'bout that I get sued 'fore they cut the check, I'm in that bitch tryna bounce back And taking care of my baby mama, baby juvenile court Now I'm hopping on niggas tours, just so I can afford I ain't keeping no secrets, so ain't shit to explore So don't worry 'bout me homie, be glad these problems ain't yourn' [Hook]