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Before a trap-soul

So hard to give her my love 'cause I got a trap soul

I got a trap-soul

So hard to give her my love 'cause I got a trap soul

Slept on the corner all night, now, I got a trap-soul

Trapped on the corner all night, now, I got a trap-soul

(I got a trap-soul)

I got a trap-soul

It's hard to give her my love, but I got a trap-soul

A nappy hair, Southside baby, I'm just a rascal

I can't look back for nobody, I just go fast-forward (I just go fast-forward)

Digital dash, it's big numbers all on the dashboard

Favorite bank teller she know to go get the cash drawn

A hood-star they say I belong in NASA

Might send my bitch on vacay 'cause she work her ass off

Just got my passport, ready to go mad far

Louis shades, I can't even see you, you close or mad far

Beams underneath of the gun, spot you like a jaguar

Made it out the mud and the tar getting here was mad hard

Came in a chauffeur, your man pull up in his dad car

Broke all they hearts, now, my bitches say I'm a bastard

Niggas disloyal, they never gone tell 'em that part (tell 'em that part)

Looter shoot jump shots shoot hook shots don't hit the backboard

I want Ferrari, the fuck, I'ma do with track-hawk (with a track-hawk)

(I'm a block star)

I want Ferrari, the fuck, I'ma do with track-hawk

Old head stealing caught him embezzling like Madoff

Not, no send Cinderella, lil' mama just a pass off

I'm sipping codeine, I'm tired, and I'm 'boutta pass out (I'm 'boutta pass out)

I do crime for most of this money, the fast route (the fast route)

Windows, ceilings from the hood, penthouse like a glass house (like a glass house)

I should go see my mother, know I said that last time (I said that last time)

I should talk to my brother, said that in the last song

I just ran through two commas, coulda brought two phantoms

I said, "No" to my nigga, now, he throwing tantrums

Got my side bitches, calling me down, I'on answer

Brought her a bag one, two times, now, she think I'm Santa

Keep putting pounds in my lungs, pray I don't catch cancer

Niggas always say what they heard, we should shoot your eardrum

This week, sip 64 line and I can't feel nothing

This jacket 23 thousand, this shit real fur

If I put bread on his head, is you gone deliver

That bitch wasn't bad, when I met her, I had to build her

I got big rings from the heist, I played for the Steelers

I got my swag from the dope dealers and the killers

Remember when that money came slow, that shit like a wheelchair

This her first crime, never been locked up, she got real fear

Grandpa died, my grandma alone, know she shed real tears (shed real tears)

I done played the block my whole life, I'on't wanna live here (I'on wanna live here)

Broski been locked up so long, wonder if we still care

She only pretty on Instagram when she got filters

Penthouse, penthouse, penthouse, 'cause I gon' fuck on realtors (I fuck on realtors)

Strip-club, I'm throwing this money, I ain't come here to stand still

Once I show her life of a Grinchsta, she ask, is her mans real?

Counting this money so long, I could feel my hands hurt

60K shop for some earrings, I'm hard of hearing

Girl, why you keep saying you love me? I can't feel it

The money counter saying they love me, I'm tryna hear it

That Matta she gave me was so good, I got her hair did

This bitch keep on saying she's having my children

And trap me for semens 'cause she know that I'm worth millions

In the trap house with vacuum, sealers brought Zaza, then resealed it

I ain't take it to get high, I'm depressed, and I'm tryna feel good

(I'm tryna feel good)

You know, some people don't even wanna see you feel good

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