M.A.T.A

Luca Brasi

You know we 'posed to have life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness

For some reason, maybe it's just me, I don't feel like I have those rights

I'm in the buildin' right now

Hey, listen to me one minute

Hey, you know how this shit reallly 'posed to be goin'

Know what I'm sayin'?

What up?

Still got two phones, in the trenches, where the robbers at

Put a stamp on in the backroom, I want all of that

Bought it in the trap, bought a knife and a pie

I come from the same place, we still hustle when it's hot

Make America trap again

Make America trap again

Make America trap again

Make America trap again

Still connected with the plug, but we keep that on the low

I got it out the mud, goin' hard is all I know

Tryna make the trap great again, great again

Tryna make the trap great again, great again

I drop time on first time non-violent offenders

Drop the bricks to thirteen-five, right in the city

I drop the gas to a dollar three-five, I'm tryna get richer

Let the families from Mexico go be back with they children

Free Larry Hoover, Jeff Fort, they political prisoners

They treat the Muslims unfair, that's in all of the systems

They tryna break my nigga Ralo, tell the fam that we miss him

They put that panel against, you gotta stand on that witness

That's all the way

Still got two phones, in the trenches, where the robbers at

Put a stamp on in the backroom, I want all of that

Bought it in the trap, bought a knife and a pie

I come from the same place, we still hustle when it's hot

Make America trap again

Make America trap again

Make America trap again

Make America trap again

Still connected with the plug, but we keep that on the low

I got it out the mud, goin' hard is all I know

Tryna make the trap great again, great again

Tryna make the trap great again, great again

Whatchu talkin' about when dude tried to rob me

I was solo, I ain't have no one 'round me

I go anywhere, I ain't got no boundaries

Election time, it was tight for Obama

Streets stalker, what, you upped the revolver?

What I did, bitch? I grabbed for the gun

You let off two times, one in the hip and back of my leg right under my ass

Bullet hit, breakin' the bone in half

Hospital two weeks and a half

After that I healed up in a cell

Prayin' to God when I was in jail

Going in black, they put you through hell

Holdin' you ransom, raisin' your bail

Throw you a sandwich, hot nigga, yeah

Yeah, I'm fully prepared

Still got two phones, in the trenches, where the robbers at

Put a stamp on in the backroom, I want all of that

Bought it in the trap, bought a knife and a pie

I come from the same place, we still hustle when it's hot

Make America trap again

Make America trap again

Make America trap again

Make America trap again

Still connected with the plug, but we keep that on the low

I got it out the mud, goin' hard is all I know

Tryna make the trap great again, great again

Tryna make the trap great again, great again