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Trapaholics bitch
What, You ain't know?
REAL TRAPSHIT
Made your bitch strip
Like my name Kevin McCall
Now we live aired like a episode of RAW
Puff up the doja nigga
Say it with your chest
Fuck fame, fuck the hype
I just wanted respect
Cap to communion
Hope you knowing what is next
Talkin' bout commute
But you came to neglect
I ghost text threads like I'm haunting my regrets
Mama said chill
I mean mom I'm a mess
Mind full of land mines
My heart got a hex
Pussy nigga peons
Yeah they makin' it complex
And yeah I talk slick
Venom drippin' out your jaw
They thinkin' he quiet
All that nigga do is draw
Steppin' on your feelings
Like I'm walkin' through a grave
Wrote my will on the napkin
Signed it with the rage
Middle fingers up
That's my version of the grace
I ain't here for no closure nigga
I just needed some space