TRAP. ft. Jordaine Grant Lyrics

It's that trap gun toting

Blunt smoking in the game

There's no ref going to officiate

What these niggas are really spraying

You can be a stander-by

With the range you're going to get hit

Is what I'm saying

There's no school supplies up in them bags

When they walk into the school

It's a tragedy, mommas burying sons every week

Man it's pure insanity

They claim it was in self defense

But you know what the other side is going to say

Retaliation, get it back in blood

Is what they're saying, now it's Layes

His brother who doesn't live here anymore

Doesn't live here anymore

Retaliation, get it back in blood

Is what they're saying, now it's Layes

His brother who doesn't live here anymore

Doesn't live here anymore

At a certain stage

Something's got to give back, that's amount of change

Martin Luther and Malcolm X didn't die for this

If I call you my brother then be with it

There's no hoes or no dough that can change shit

If you got you a problem then we got to solve it

Face to face work it out, exercise, words are the basis of everything

We've got to trust what we make of it

Stop all this hate for my Melanin Bredren

How we call ourselves kings, but we living our lives like a roach

It's the cost of effect which would lead to these people

Who treat us like shit

Know when to stop

Caught up again, load up the chopper

Popping again, I know they're going to copy

Not one to paste it, note for the product

Note for the payment, open the line up

All motivation, rolling it louder

Got to be patient, top of the hour

No one is safe, tropical shower

Blood on the pavement, finding my power

Food on my plate, I chomp on the chowder

Pardon my taste, smoking the powder

Riding the wave, just open your mind up, Los

Niggas out here wilding

Robbing grannies for a collard green

Hope it made you happy for that little cream

It's not a thing

In fact it will not change the fact that you are broke

You're living in a building where your roommate is a roach

Plus that fridge where you keep those groceries

Straight up filled with baking soda and a bunch of forty two

I know that rent is overdue

Not to mention on the way you have a baby girl

Who's going to have to see her momma

Bringing niggas in and out her life

Because you're either going to be dead or

In a cell rotting for your life

You're giving updates about the bail

Which is not going to happen because your history failed you

Not to mention your family, yes they failed you

Brother please I'm asking you to find out

You won't make that turn

Because this shit is going to kill you

This shit is going to kill you

Retaliation, get it back in blood

Is what they're saying, now it's Layes

His brother who doesn't live here anymore

Doesn't live here anymore

Retaliation, get it back in blood

Is what they're saying, now it's Layes

His brother who doesn't live here anymore

Doesn't live here anymore