I'm trapped in
I'm trapped in, I know it
Ayy, I know I'm trap, I'm trap, I'm trap, I know I'm trap
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, look

I heard my niggas talkin' 'bout me, whispers gettin' closer
Niggas sayin' I ain't breaking bread, I don't even know you
All that shit I bought you niggas, all the shit I taught you nigga
Lil' disloyal, ungrateful nigga, I'm thinkin' I should off you niggas
Learned the hard way, keepin' it real may cost a nigga
All that love and bruh bruh shit, they gon' cross a nigga
I know that I'm trapped, I know it (I know it)
I know I'm depressed, I show it (I show it)
I'm poppin' Xans, I'm paranoid
I'm 50 and 0 I'm Floyd
Streets ain't never defeatin' me, before I was rappin' I was a G
Money was always on time, my plug ain't never mistreated me
Okay, this the intro, so I'ma set the mood (what's up?)
You thinkin' twice? I am too (yeah) so ain't none of you niggas cool
So now that you know, what you wanna do?
Ayy, free my nigga Five, I got your message, bro I miss you too
Ridin' in the car with my enemy, them bullets gon' hit you too
And now that you ain't got nothing against me, I ain't got nothing against you, too
But, rr, rr, rr, I hope it hits you too
I want his mama to miss 'em, and I want your people to miss you too
Want that Gucci, Louis, Fendi, so you take them risks
And you ain't workin' 9 to 5's, you overtime in kitchens
You bought a Rollie and Cuban before you bought yourself a house (trapped)
Mama in the hood, you know you forced to move the house (trapped)
You took niggas work, they went and shot up mama house (trapped)
You a selfish nigga, damn near took your mama out (damn)
Niggas never thinkin' (thinkin')
Nigga sippin' lean, drinkin', poppin' pills sinkin', pussy niggas linkin'
Bad bitches winkin' me, eyes open never blinkin' (focus)
Ridin' with that Draco, Gotti what the hell you thinkin'?
Word to Hov
Slow it down, Gotti (whoa, whoa)
400 for the truck, this ain't the Lamb, this the Rolls
Like a 150 difference, that's a Richard Millie mo', plain
I save five bricks, if we wanna talk in codes
I'm trapped, it's like I heard the streets talkin' to me
I'm really, really trapped
Doors closed, nowhere for me to go, nigga
I'm really, really trapped

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Peermusic Publishing
Writer(s): Bishop Charles Lyles, Fred Washington, Mario Mims, Nicholas Warwar, Tarik Azzouz