trap n salute

oh lord i say god why me. they knw i feel so free but im locked down from the bottom to the top this underground shit im on wont stop yeah its goin down mine for partaking i might throw em round this shine yeah its heartaching this music shit i will not fake it no i am not fakin bitch gon get to rakin reelin in the cash fast like i had a clash n barely got a rash life is a splash got it blurry and its causin me 2 itch i done got rich been done had a side bitch bet the vert do the dash n my nigga litn the spliff reel loud pipes gassin up n ima smash all night made me snap in a half a minute just 1 min yeah i had to go nget it ill go getta hole hitta whole thang gone heal ah thats for sure im gorillas ape shit wit tha thrillas call up cuz now whats it do tony minellas yeah tt i had to expose you been a while since i last called u my lil bitch say im breakin her heart but it aint even there no ways anyway fuckin ways what heart she meanin cuz she stuntin anyways and she gone go both ways smokin chillin in the car wit my rays on my face get up in the booth hoe gone get up out my face fake i dont neva eva do fake ever since i learned how to be real axsually i never learned it cuz i showed it i was that one nigga rest ya soldier ima hold it pull too bull blue trap n salute ima ride n ima shoot gone salute 21 gun salutes trap n salute its true yeah honor god and still bad just gone be steady tryna trap and salute missiles striking in the east drugs flooded in the west but down in the southside we be bangin wit a vest shootin at ya head knock it off ya shoulders ruffled ya feathers yeah barely even made a dolla head hunters take it with when we leave and leave the rest missing ewwww ya hoez is nasty leave a mess so what if they wanna come n test who da fuck i gots to impress im a bless blessings all around me in trust of me they all surrounding yeah the only one ill ever be like gain and fuckin downy came in did my thang now i got a bounty now even the gangsta wanna hang around me snatch yo chain and pull yo card like a hell hound ya rags too. if u aint down rags to riches u niggas clowns yall some imposters pasta on the stove and the baking soda sittin in the road cuz i know some karma named voodoo but really i dont know what she might do ima glow ohhh ohhhh bright lights in the city richa like p diddy still gettin trippy trap n salute till im 50 trap n saltue