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Children of the trap
No love, no cap
Cos I'm running out of tricks to pull from my sleeve
There's smoke in the air and I can't breathe
I'm restless,
nigga
When I'm in the zone they won't tackle me nigga
I touched down in the city, a fuckin' walkin' target
Still man all my bitches miss me, yeah they
I got my mask on my chin and a million dollar grin
And a Black platinum face card
Bitch we in
We in
Knives sharpened at night
Daybreak I'm straight
up five in the mona
Shit, I need to chrome up, become a home owner
Look lifes a bitch, but im on her
I almost cracked this, no more hustling
you talking to
At 2 in the morning, girl?
I swear I'm with my side bitch baby
'Cause I ain't got time for your main tricks
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
got tools, I got tricks
I can make this lose a win
I got ruse, I got wit
I can flip this over quick
Psychosicksomatic I'm fantastic sure as
Pi is three
Turn off my lights no one will find me
And now the fuzz are zeroing in
But i don't care cause I'm high on heroin
And as they go by i make my escape
Peel
shit on in spectacular fashion (I do)
Trick on a bitch like I'm Robert Kardashian (I do)
Makin' more money than you can imagine (I will)
When you
or mistreat you
The tribe of Edem, stole your freedom
And Edem means redneck
I'm throwin bullets in my Tec
Nah, I'm goin out like Joshua
With a pen,
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
a Noble nosin' under and moanin'
Two hookers walked in and they was lookin' for a Vic
But they, kept on passin' me by 'cause they can recognize a trick
with a Connect Four player!
[Chorus]
It's obvious I hear you talkin' loud
I'm clappin' all day like I'm cheerin' in the crowd
I'm bout to catch a body
trapping
So I just be wrapping em up and I'm sending em P's
I got a bitch out in Asia Town who keep them bubbas in
And she be begging me please
Hef
the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like
Hey, don't trip
Hey, don't quit
Hey, don't slip
Hey, yah trick
I'm sick of just getting by
I'm sick of playing the bad guy
I'm sick of just getting
you got that magic in you yeah yeah yeah you
Beyond your magic ish tricks is for kids they said but you still
Doing it and you
Pistol by the dresser, 'cause I'm sleepin' by my pistol, ho (brrt)
I don't tongue wrestle, when you speakin' on my bitches, ho (gang, gang, gang)
I can't
The she was getting mutted by the whole damn crew
What would she do?
What would she do?
(What's your name?)
T-Good
(What you do?)
I'm a plumber
(How you do
bringin' dat
I'm the nasty bitch that I am, make 'em lick my pearl tongue
And you got to give my girls some, fuck a man
Bitch got the world in her hand,
a rare specimen I'm always in rare form
I'm the aftermath of the problem for those misinformed
I stay schooling the fools like a college dorm
By the great
nice eight ball jean jacket to the last court hearing
I'm ready to change
Add shorty spit in my chicken and rice
I've been fully consumed by hatred,
now we got you high
I don't know you
Why the fuck you all in my grill
I'm stackin' buck on you niggas, stay so so trill
You ain't no killa
get-away
I hid away in the backstreets
Couldn't let the police jack me
Gotta be quiet, I'm on the down low
I got that ya yo movin' by the pound so
When
But she hold me down in a sticky situation
Vi-Vision blurry off the liquor
It'll be Clearer
Once I get the Picture
Trick I aint with all the Smoke
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