Tragic

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Niggas know what it mean when they hear that

This is another Antrax Beats production

And if you don't, get familiar

If you ain't never had money, then how

You gon' know what to do when you get it?

All that I know is you stack it and flip it

The difference between us is you rap it, I live it

I really had to go trap on a pivot

In neighborhoods you would get clapped if you visit

Niggas must think I'm relaxin', I'm chillin'

But truth is I slipped through a crack in the system

We was just sellin' up packs in my kitchen

Freezer bags all in my living room

There's a trapdoor in the closet that leads to a hidden room

Don't try to tell me what I didn't do

I was hangin' out like a lynchin'

Cops pulled up, we hittin' fences

They told me I'm from the suburbs

Then why it look like the trenches?

I wanna sell CDs and merchandise

But niggas keep hittin' my phone askin' me 'bout some P's

Wonderin' if I could work the price

That's why my step-pops go to church at night

That's why there's syrup all in my Sprite

That's why I get high and I live my life

But really I'm dealin' with pain

I'm from the North but I'm not in no gang, uh

Gold chains on my neck now

My way down so I flex now

Rare fashion, I'm a StairMaster

I stepped up when they stepped down

You take L's, I'm in a Lex now

Gettin' money in the next town

Huh? You lucky son of a bitch

Hell nah, I'm blessed now

I'm at Philippe Chow's with a Parisian gal

Food came so we eatin' now

I can't understand what she's sayin'

But it translates to "Eat me out"

I told her, "Hell no, we don't do that"

I spit in it then sent my food back

I switch when the switchers are backwoods

So I'm killin' you off of my new raps

If I were to stop gettin' money, that'd be tragic

I fell off and bounced back, it was tragic