Trap House

Woke up in a trap, fuck is goin' on?

Man look at my watch, I've been here too long

It's like they got me chained, they don't want me to leave

Just trynna feed my fam, but they don't want me to eat

Feel like I'm in a nightmare nigga

I'm a fuck around and spaz

All my niggas in the feds

They was bustin' down them stacks

I got no choice in the matter and matter of fact see your man

Gotta man up so man understand I'm a stand up no playin' I'm sayin'

I get it I get it my nigga, the fuck would you do?

West side rollin' on your bitchass

Came up with some East side niggas known to get cash

Whiplash from the drop-top

Quick fast then the Glock popped

And whip crack in the crock pot (BOP, BOP)

How the Glock go, my the clock go

Mighty fast when a nigga ain't got shit

Got sick, when I ain't have money

That was withdrawals

Now I withdraw like I'm 6'4

Yeah that's big ballin', you heard?

Yeah I'm John Wall and nobody can guard 'em

Chris Paul and I'm Melo, I'm all in that Garden

My Rolex say hello to all of my darlings, you heard?

Real shit all in my lines, all in my mind

Had to get my mama out the ghetto

Need my brother outta prison

Get the money out the system

Just a Baltimore nigga

Wasn't even supposed to get it

Woke up in a trap, fuck is goin' on?

Man look at my watch, I've been here too long

It's like they got me trapped, they don't want me to leave

Just trynna feed my fam, bitch I'm from the streets

I know you should cuff your bitch

I know I could get the brain

I know y'all don't go this hard

I know I go 'gainst the grain

I know, I know about strugglin'

I know I go gets the change

I know niggas who spit them hollows

Follow niggas and bust they brains

Trust they gang, more than mama

So broke can't afford any drama

This shit is too real, bullshit if you will

But I don't advise that, been scrapin' that Pyrex

They workin' that stove like they searchin' for gold

Man, they basically pirates

The fuck is the IRS? We hustle nigga

Last time I caught a paycheck, it's a safe bet

That it wasn't a nine-to-five

My nigga caught a case, I had to face that

Streets was the test, I had to ace that

Get this money ASAP, ugh

They clap, we clap

Hope the concrete is soft as you want it to be

Cause niggas takin' street naps, yeah street naps

If we ever relapse, hold on, everybody relax

We read traps, let the '44 flex

Cause we really in the trap, like a full court press

And my niggas in the feds, go forward don't stress

Hold your head my nigga, I'm a for sure bet

Get that new Ferrari on 'em, bet the boy gon' flex

Whores on deck, B'more is on next

Haters keep askin', is he gon' do it? Yes

Guess they never woke up in the trap

"Hey! Watch your fingers ladies!

The doors are closing, and they'll be shut til' the morning too

So overnight, you can dream about what freedom feel like

What pussy feel like, what holdin' your baby feel like

What kissin' your bitch feel like, but until then...

You my bitch! Lock they asses down! Lock it down! "