I grew up in the trap, where the streets were cold Every day was a struggle, trying to make it out bold Had to hustle hard, just to make ends meet Living in the projects, where the gunshots greet Momma worked two jobs, just to pay the bills Daddy was locked up, caught up in the thrills I was just a youngin', trying to stay alive In a world full of pain, where only the strong survive I saw my homies fall victim to the game Caught up in the cycle, chasing fortune and fame But I knew I had to rise above the hate And make a better life for me and my fate So I put in the work, grinding day and night Focused on my goals, keeping my vision in sight Now I'm on the come up, making moves in the game Showing the world that I can rise above the pain I'm a product of the trap,