when I turned 18 I got kicked out no clothes in my bag just the jacket on my back I ain't look back had 2 come up with a plan to bounce back so I went 2 go trapp it happened like that with nowhere else 2 go og Niggahs from the streetz had my back gave me a way to eat n a place 2 sleep taught me the difference between wolf's & sheep predators vs prey it all depends on the moves made n above all is god n right below is gettin paid shout out to the Knocks who on the daily was knocking putting guap in my pockets now after having lived past the trap I understand why theres trappin n any city any state any town it can happen but mostly around poverty n those with limited options 2 gain more creating room for trapping to become a paying sport I'm not the type for talkin I used to direct traffic hand on the gate police circled the space where we operated that's why every day theres no dirt on my shirt I celebrate it before ganja was made legal on most days I was posted outside with the blunt in my mouth sideways n sho nuff I hit tha green in front of black n white on the daily I still remember when I did have to dip off let my feet fly until my legs hurt had many patnas n places 2 stay low & get high till tha coast is clear then its a foot mission back to trapping like nothing happening cant b n da trap for long keep da gaula out of sight b sure them dollas right be smoove n game tight make every move strong pray snitches live a short life n that a broad never get yah chips den b gone