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Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Yeah, huh, what?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm from the real trap, nigga (Yeah)
, Hit the store with the smoke (Smoke)
Pocket full of money (Yeah), still hustle like I'm broke (Broke)
I'm from the real trap, nigga (Ayy)
, Always put the hustle first (First)
Even Sunday mornin' (Nah), hustle when I leave the church (Let's go)
I'm from the real trap, nigga (Yeah)
, I ain't trippin' 'bout a ho (Yeah)
Damn right, I got some money (Yeah)
Fuckin' right, I want some more (More)
I'm from the real trap, nigga (Yeah)
, And I'm always on my grind (Yeah)
Can't be thinkin' 'bout them haters (Yeah
Yeah), I got money on my mind (Let's go, yeah)
Hit the 'frigerator and I grab the baking soda (Yeah)
Neighbors right there, hope that they don't smell the odor (Woo)
Niggas baller blockin' (Baller blockin')
, And I'm watchin' for the rollers (Damn)
Pocket full of stones (Nah), Ziploc full of boulders (Yeah)
Yayo money, smell it through my jeans, bitches (Bitches)
I don't even sleep, but a nigga dream riches (Yeah)
Niggas actin' like hoes, then that chopper blowin' kisses (Mwah)
Get 'em in, unwrap 'em, every day is like Christmas (Ayy)
'Nother day, 'nother dollar, and another homicide ('Cide)
'Nother day at the office and another mama cryin' (Yeah)
Sirens, yellow tape, and that white chalk (Chalk)
Anything you want, you gotta get it, where I'm from (Yeah)
I'm from the real trap, nigga, keep the .40 full of smoke (Smoke)
Put that on my mama, I ain't never goin' broke
I'm from the real trap, nigga, always put that paper first (First)
Can't take it with you, I'ma leave you in a hearse
I'm from the real trap, nigga, all I know is move the flake (Flake)
Pocket full of money, Crown Royal full of weight (Weight)
I'm from the real trap, nigga, why you playin' on my line?
Why you call me 'bout a half when you know you want a nine? (A nine)
They just wanna see me fail (Fail), I'm dependin' on my scale (Woo)