Trap

(Verse 1) Yeah, we grindin’ in the shadows, where the hustlers play, Countin’ all this paper, watch the haters fade away. Whippin’ in the kitchen, got the pot on the flame, Flip it like a gymnast, yeah, we playin’ the game. Cash rules everything, stack it to the ceiling, Every corner, every block, you can feel the dealing. Late nights, bright lights, city never sleeps, In the heart of the trap, where the real one creeps. (Verse 2) Dreams of big whips, diamonds on my wrist, But the struggle’s real, can’t forget where I exist. From the block to the booth, I’m spittin’ that truth, Got the fire in my soul, and the hunger for the loot. Every move calculated, like I’m playin’ chess, In the trap, it’s survival, gotta hustle, no rest. Eyes on the prize, never lookin’ back, In this life we livin’, gotta stay on the track.