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• Artiste: Skilla Baby
• Titre: Trapped
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Now I'm like two million up, and that shit still ain't enough When I go to sleep, I think about them shootin' up my truck But I'm still out here doin' me, I just don't give a fuck My lil' cousins love me, I can't let them see me givin' up Always got good grades in school, still played the fool When them nigga made they move, you know me, I played it cool Nigga playin' both sides, I don't ever make 'em choose All these trophies on my neck, they could never say I lose, huh Dope fein, coke, lean Lil' nigga from the hood gettin' smoked at fifteen All they know is tote straps, they ain't gettin no cheese I'm rich as fuck, nigga wanna lift me up, I still won't leave I'm strapped I won't leave the hood, I think I'm clapped Them boys shot at us, we went got back Every time we spin somebody got tapped My lil' nigga thirteen and got hats Nah, for real That's how this shit goes Real chasers Every time I leave the house somebody tryin' to kill me Old nigga from the hood tryna Dr. Phil me I'm on my tenth hood home, I'm 'bout to cop a building If you ain't never been through shit, you not gonna feel me I done sold dope, been shot and shot at I been locked up, got got and got back I done stood in the kitchen and watched my brother lock crack I done stayed in the trap watched the fiends cop packs Dope fein, coke, lean Lil' nigga from the hood gettin' smoked at fifteen All they know is tote straps, they ain't gettin no cheese I'm rich as fuck, nigga wanna lift me up, I still won't leave I'm strapped I won't leave the hood, I think I'm clapped Them boys shot at us, we went got back Every time we spin somebody got tapped My lil' nigga thirteen and got hats