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The amount of money I'm gonna be making
Would hurt your parents' feelings
Remember the class where I taught you all how to make it rain?
That's what I'ma be doing every single night
Who said the trap's dead? I kept this shit alive (it's fuckin' live)
You ain't ever seen a brick, so don't give me advice
The X got a clutch (uh) and the G Lock's tucked (uh)
And the Nina's fucked (fucked) but the motherfuckin' Sig's alive
Trap boy first, they gotta listen to me closely (come on)
Three hundred K in Bitcoin when I was sat next to Posty
I ain't gotta deal with Sony, niggas signin' for pennies
Man, I blew their whole advance when I was 20 (facts)
How dare they say trap is played out? Man, I don't care if it's a new age
Go live the life I live, and I can guarantee your views change
These bunch of rolls, kettles in a bouquet
My T-shirt cost a score, but it's 160 for the two chains (cash)
I had bricks taped before my mixtape, those were my biggest hits (smash records)
That's four birds singin' like Little Mix (go on boy)
Came in with a skelly on and cocaine on my fingertips (no scarin' up)
Yo, I'm livin' proof that dope boys still exist (no scarin' up)
Who said the trap's dead? I kept this shit alive (it's fuckin' live)
You ain't ever seen a brick, so don't give me advice
The X got a clutch (uh) and the G Lock's tucked (uh)
And the Nina's fucked (fucked) but the motherfuckin' Sig's alive
Who said the trap's dead? (Huh?)
They just sayin' anything 'cause they can't stack bread (can't stack)
Last time I checked, there's still a bag of smackheads (still dead)
Gotta keep the trap fed Bricks from a far job and rare tecs from Acme (Marshalls)
Before BQs, I was pattin' 'em with BlackBerrys
Budget for the hand tings, I could've bought a black skelly (black one)
I pulled up with a score and a hackadosha
Joint on my right side matchin' with the black Kelly (sweet one)
First nigga in the ends with a double balance (on God)
Not a rappin' arse nigga, I got other talents (I got other talents)
Two hundred square re-up, man, I love a challenge (I love it)
While my young boy's fuckin' up another pallet
How can the trap be dead and niggas still alive? (Still breathin')
Yeah, there's rules to this shit and yeah, I still abide (I swear)
Tell 'em, "Come fuck with me" we the realest side
Talk about no money if you ain't never put a mill aside (okay, okay)
Who said the trap's dead? I kept this shit alive (it's fuckin' live)
You ain't ever seen a brick, so don't give me advice
The X got a clutch (uh) and the G Lock's tucked (uh)
And the Nina's fucked (fucked) but the motherfuckin' Sig's alive
Who said the trap's dead? I kept this shit alive (it's fuckin' live)
You ain't ever seen a brick, so don't give me advice
The X got a clutch (uh) and the G Lock's tucked (uh)
And the Nina's fucked (fucked) but the motherfuckin' Sig's alive (it's fuckin' live)
How can the trap be dead
When a nigga's still breathin'? Ha-ha
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