Melodies in the Trap

Week before my Bday that's when granny died

Pain got me trippin' thinking suicide

Never let your biggest lies be your biggest prize

Don't try to act like we don't see you living in disguise

Whippin' in the kitchen baking pies for my people that I'm killing

The only thing that's sweet about it is the money I be gettin'

We part of the problem don't let 'em tell you no different

I'm sorry your honor please go easy on my sentence

I was tryna' make a couple dollars

Talk my shit on beats got me a couple followers

Opp bitches want me hit 'em make 'em holler

Know my niggas run a train on a thot uh