I'm in the trap, making moves, that's a given I hustle hard, no time for reminiscing 162 BPM, I'm steady flowing Stacking paper, my grind always showing Got the streets on lock, they know my name I'm the real deal, ain't no need for the fame Counting stacks, I'm the king of this game No competition, they all sound the same Moving weight, like a heavyweight champion I'm the real trapping, no need for a companion I'm on top, while they stay stagnant 16 bars, I'm spitting fire, it's magic (Verse 2) I'm on the block, grinding day and night 162 BPM, keeping up the hype No time to waste, gotta make that dough In the trap, I'm the one they all know Counting bands, like a money counter machine I'm the real trapping, living out my dream No shortcuts, I earned my spot I'm a hustler, can't be easily bought I stay focused, never losing my drive In the rap game, I'm ready to strive 16 bars, that's all I need to prove I'm the real trapping, making moves