Trapped Music Pt. 2 Lyrics

[Chorus]
All my life a real nigga
All my life I been real, nigga
All these bitch niggas with soap boxes
Claim they trap gods and dope sponsors

[Verse 1]
I'll leave the drama to Ak
I'ma just stick to the facts
Makes sense you goofy, your mama wack
At school with a gat and red MAGA. hat
Niggas ain't woke, just insomniac
Lit off of cocaine and cognac
Phony rat, hold me back
Nah, f*ck that, I'ma let go
You either homo or metro, I'm hetero
No doubt I'm insured like the gecko
I'm gassed and full of the petrol
And I told your ass from the get-go
My future is retro
My past is the next flow
You dead, I'm a necro
I'm charged like electro
Stop knocking, the party is next door
Dressed all black in Depeche Mode
Rump Shake at a Wreckx-n-Effect show
She give good brain, intellectual
Put lead to your head like you Destro

[Chorus]
All my life a real nigga
All my life I been real, nigga
All these bitch niggas with soap boxes
Claim they trap gods and dope sponsors
We don't buy it
No street cred, only debt for lyin'
Up on a fifth of the genie bottle, wish you would try it (Tonight)
I wish you would try it

[Post-Chorus]
Just stick to the facts
This bigger than rap
Just stick to the facts
And don't get caught up 'cause this shit is a trap
Just stick to the facts
This bigger than rap
You lack, leave you clapped, that's a fact
So I'm constantly watching my back

[Verse 2]
Real lyricist, real life experience
Sample your shit with no clearances
We ride or die, you crash and burn in real life, The Fast and the Furious
Travel with bitches, I came with a nine but now she a ten in the bed
'Cause I'm on Pacific Standard Time and AZ's an hour ahead Lead that just shower your head, squeeze it and bust
Heated them up, defeated and f*cked
Turned your brain to noodles and soup like I'm feeding 'em pho
Reppin' the people, The Dreamers, Haiti, Puerto Rico
I am a lethal illegal amigo
One man Voltron, Black Ultron
Haters keep wanting me RICO'd
Nope, f*ck Joe Arpaio
Turn that f*cker face into pico de gallo
No wins in mi casa
You start and end with an O like spelling Ohio
You're welcome to try, though
Line for line like Scarface doing cocaine rails
I supply the high, design the sky
Been fly since '95

[Chorus]
All my life a real nigga
All my life I been real, nigga
All these bitch niggas with soap boxes
Claim they trap gods and dope sponsors
We don't buy it
No street cred, only debt for lyin'
Up on a fifth of the genie bottle, wish you would try it (Tonight)
I wish you would try it

[Outro]
Ayy, yo, ma
Ayy, yo, ma
Yo, man
What, Melanie?
What, what you yellin' at me for?
What you mean? You callin' me like I'm a shorty or somethin'
You are a shorty, look at your f*ckin' purse, you dumbass
It's not a purse, stupid
It looks like a f*cking purse so I'ma call it a purse
It's fashion
It's not f*ckin' fashion, bruh, shit look stupid
All the rappers is doin' it, they look stupid?
Yeah
No
If they f*ckin' wear some shit like that
They look stupid? You're wrong
Yup, they all f*ckin' look stupid
They walkin' around lookin' with a purse
This is Fendi, you're wildin', this is fashion
f*ck out of here
Don't call me like that, for real
Ayy, yo, ma
Yo, ma
You know what? f*ck you then

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