(Verse 1) Trapping in West Belfast, where the streets are cold, Hustling every day, chasing that gold, Stacking up the paper, never fold under pressure, Surviving through the struggle, I'm a born aggressor. Moving through the blocks, I'm the king of this town, Never back down, always holding it down, From the early morning, till the late night, Flipping them packs, staying out of sight. Dodging the feds, I'm a master of disguise, Moving with precision, never compromise, In this concrete jungle, where the danger resides, I'm the lion in the wild, ready to rise. (Verse 2) Trapping in West Belfast, where the game is tough, Gotta stay alert, cause they quick to call your bluff, Pockets full of cash, but I'm still hungry for more, Grinding non-stop, I'm the one they adore. Every move calculated, never leave a trace, In this treacherous game, I'm running the race, Counting up the profits, stacking up the bands, Taking risks every day, that's the life of a man. Surviving the struggles, where the weak get left behind, I'm a product of the streets, with a criminal mind, Trapping in West Belfast, it's a way of life, Gotta stay focused, navigate through the strife. 16 bars of pure hustle, that's my story, Trapping in West Belfast, chasing the glory, No time for mistakes, gotta stay on my grind, In this concrete jungle, it's my time to shine.