The Red Carpet
Trapo
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TRAPO


The Red Carpet Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I appreciate that
I appreciate that, only one more shot though
I gotta drive, I'm bein' granite in a wall for bein' realer than they try
I was lookin' up to God and they was lookin' up the guy
They was lookin' up the man, they honor word, that man a lie
I tell the truth though, who is this?
Tellin' me he got a full clip, call bullshit
It's more than double X's, I'm a straight professional
Legally dangerous, we steppin' out
Death usually creep when you tired
Catch you while you sleep when you tried
To prevent, be disguised as a weakness for some thighs
If 12 still hangin' at the store, I ain't goin'
'Less the bros is on blowin' cop badges off shoulders, I'm cool
You, niggas I cloned still on the block
They never owned, still gonna rock
They never sold niggas around
But listen to souls and shit
But if it don't move me then I can't condone
I peep part through the window in your soul
You just altered by your ego, you're just an award show
Some of us share a problem and I'm honored
Keep pretending we don't, work until I'm so broke, right
I was ridin' through the city, I was watchin' out for death, they was lookin' at me weird
Probably 'cause a nigga walk, yeah he walk like he walkin' with protection on the side of his leg
I was runnin' from the kids, they was mistakin' the dreads, they was mistakin' the skin
For some nigga who was shootin' at the cops
He at least six-five and I'm only five-ten
You're just an award show

[Chorus]
But congrats, for foolin' us with raps
About tuckin' an imaginary pistol
Readin' through imaginary lines
'bout imaginary crimes that you niggas say you went through
Congrats, for foolin' us with raps
About tuckin' an imaginary pistol
Readin' through imaginary lines
'bout imaginary crimes that you niggas say you went through

[Verse 2]
Parking lot, the corner of the block
Where all the bummy niggas cock at shorty's purse
But shorty from around, rounds under shorty's skirt
That's how she get down, she's a gangster bitch
And she got me arroused
Blow a nigga down, literally the mouth wild
You're just an award show
Do these gold bottles make us role models?
Is it winning if the hoes follow us off of the mall
And the kids with no fathers picture as gods
But the niggas on the block, they just envy us and gossip
Minimum wage will make you cherish your gauge
Insomnia all the time, you pedal how to get paid
And if you get a raise, it's a graveyard
So my windows tinted still and it's still on my waist
On that double tombstone, tryna catch an eight
And you might catch a wave and I'm crashing on the shore and shit
And rappin' like you poor again, some things never change
But congrats, right

[Chorus]
But congrats, for foolin' us with raps
About tuckin' an imaginary pistol Readin' through imaginary lines
'bout imaginary crimes that you niggas say you went through, why

[Post-Chorus]
Congrats, for foolin' us with raps
About tuckin' an imaginary pistol
Right, right, right
Yeah (congrats, congrats)
I was ridin' through the city, I was watchin' out for death, it was lookin' at me weird, yeah
Probably 'cause that nigga walk, yeah he walk like he walkin' with protection on the side of his leg
Through the city, I was lookin' out for, they was lookin' at me scared
Man, slide through on Sunday, bro. Literally, bro. It's gonna be lit on Sunday, bro. It really is bro. I'm tellin' you this right now bro. 'Cause we ridin' there deep as hell too, like...
Hold on, hold that

[Verse 3]
I learned from my mother and my uncles and my brothers, no relation
No relation, we just hung out all the time
Wanted to be famous when I was a little child
My first label meeting was like eating off the ground
Every crumb right next to fire, gasoline, and dollar bill
You might say demeaning, I say shit make you a man
I think every empty stomach come with hunger and a plan
Depending how you bummin', nigga you already dead
Trouble near, we prepared
People 'round the corner for karma, no armor
Tryin' real hard to never disappear
'Cause anytime someone'll try and free your mind
Free your mind (moving to the exit)
Free your mind (I been goin' through)
Free your mind (hate to let it get to me this time)

[Interlude]
Girl let it sit
All it takes to free your mind
Forget 'bout everything and everyone
He say all it really takes to finally free your mind
Forget 'bout everything and everyone

[Refrain]
All it really take, take
To free your mind and forget (free your mind)
I just can't be bothered with shit, today
All it really take, take
To free your mind and forget
I just can't be bothered with shit, today

[Verse 3]
Who is this nigga approaching my section?
Flexing for these bitches, flashing his weapon
Tryna be tougher than his threads will let him
Skinny jeans and septum wings in niggas' noses
Get way more traction then them flowin' shit
And that's facts, only the black man
Like a time bomb, and I might hard
You niggas, that's for f*ckin' with my page
I was rappin' 'bout the shade, now I'm rappin' 'bout them days
And how they really still ain't came
I was hopin' for a raise
Now I'm plottin' on runnin' in niggas' places, shoes
Playstations, dodgin' the plantation
Penitentiary mindstates
Livin' with your mind caged
When we need oxygen
And most passing toxicants to cope, I play it cool
'Cause y'all gon' follow rules to you lose
I ignore 'em 'cause my birthday passed
And I ain't quite made it up to expectation yet
Oh shit, wait

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