Trap music
Yeah, we in the trap, where the hustle never stops, Money on my mind, gotta rise to the top, Came from the bottom, now we stackin’ these guaps, Enemies lurkin’, but I’m ready for the drop. Got the city on my back, weight heavy like a boulder, Cold nights grindin’, but I’m feelin’ like a soldier, Dreams of the penthouse, livin’ like a king, In the game for the paper, hear the cash bells ring. (Verse 2) Raw like the streets, got that grit in my flow, Watchin’ for the snakes, gotta keep it on the low, Every deal I make, man, it’s all about respect, In this life of sin, gotta cash that check. Hustle in my blood, can’t deny what I am, From the block to the booth, I’m the realest, understand? Countin’ every dollar, stack it up, let it grow, Trap music in my veins, let the whole world know.Yeah, we in the trap, where the hustle never stops, Money on my mind, gotta rise to the top, Came from the bottom, now we stackin’ these guaps, Enemies lurkin’, but I’m ready for the drop. Got the city on my back, weight heavy like a boulder, Cold nights grindin’, but I’m feelin’ like a soldier, Dreams of the penthouse, livin’ like a king, In the game for the paper, hear the cash bells ring. (Verse 2) Raw like the streets, got that grit in my flow, Watchin’ for the snakes, gotta keep it on the low, Every deal I make, man, it’s all about respect, In this life of sin, gotta cash that check. Hustle in my blood, can’t deny what I am, From the block to the booth, I’m the realest, understand? Countin’ every dollar, stack it up, let it grow, Trap music in my veins, let the whole world know.Yeah, I'm back in the trap, where the money don't sleep, Hustlin' hard, got the grind runnin' deep, Whippin' in the kitchen, watch the pot bubble up, Cash rules everything, man, I’m never givin’ up. Got the block on lock, every corner, every street, Enemies lurkin', but they can’t compete, Got the team with me, loyalty in our veins, Stackin' up the paper, breakin' all the chains. (Verse 2) Fifty on the grind, you know how I do, Raw like the streets, keep it real, keep it true, Diamonds on my wrist, but it’s hard to shine bright, When you’re livin' in the shadows, dodgin' every fight. Came from the bottom, now I’m risin’ to the top, Never trust a soul, man, the streets are so hot, In this trap life, every move is a risk, But I'm built for this game, so you know I persist.
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Yeah, we in the trap, where the hustle never stops, Money on my mind, gotta rise to the top, Came from the bottom, now we stackin’ these guaps, Enemies lurkin’, but I’m ready for the drop. Got the city on my back, weight heavy like a boulder, Cold nights grindin’, but I’m feelin’ like a soldier, Dreams of the penthouse, livin’ like a king, In the game for the paper, hear the cash bells ring. (Verse 2) Raw like the streets, got that grit in my flow, Watchin’ for the snakes, gotta keep it on the low, Every deal I make, man, it’s all about respect, In this life of sin, gotta cash that check. Hustle in my blood, can’t deny what I am, From the block to the booth, I’m the realest, understand? Countin’ every dollar, stack it up, let it grow, Trap music in my veins, let the whole world know.Yeah, we in the trap, where the hustle never stops, Money on my mind, gotta rise to the top, Came from the bottom, now we stackin’ these guaps, Enemies lurkin’, but I’m ready for the drop. Got the city on my back, weight heavy like a boulder, Cold nights grindin’, but I’m feelin’ like a soldier, Dreams of the penthouse, livin’ like a king, In the game for the paper, hear the cash bells ring. (Verse 2) Raw like the streets, got that grit in my flow, Watchin’ for the snakes, gotta keep it on the low, Every deal I make, man, it’s all about respect, In this life of sin, gotta cash that check. Hustle in my blood, can’t deny what I am, From the block to the booth, I’m the realest, understand? Countin’ every dollar, stack it up, let it grow, Trap music in my veins, let the whole world know.Yeah, I'm back in the trap, where the money don't sleep, Hustlin' hard, got the grind runnin' deep, Whippin' in the kitchen, watch the pot bubble up, Cash rules everything, man, I’m never givin’ up. Got the block on lock, every corner, every street, Enemies lurkin', but they can’t compete, Got the team with me, loyalty in our veins, Stackin' up the paper, breakin' all the chains. (Verse 2) Fifty on the grind, you know how I do, Raw like the streets, keep it real, keep it true, Diamonds on my wrist, but it’s hard to shine bright, When you’re livin' in the shadows, dodgin' every fight. Came from the bottom, now I’m risin’ to the top, Never trust a soul, man, the streets are so hot, In this trap life, every move is a risk, But I'm built for this game, so you know I persist.