Trap Freestyle Lyrics

See y'all be sleeping on the youngin

For real tho

These Blacks forever gon be scared to talk

But Tyrone gon get the loudest voice

It's TLv for live dawg

If you new to the hood

Then you watch how you move

Don't trust no one

And you watch how you talk

Niggas switch lanes

So you be on the move

If they spit on your name

Then you wipe out the block

Live on your plan

If you wrong out the move

Then you be on your guard

And you look out for cops

Niggas be dying it could be your turn

Never leave out your home

Without picking your Glock

Best in the game

And I came with the flame

Before that

Had to deal with the pain

That a hoe fucked me up

And imma take the blame

Couldn't heal man it was insane

No dey trust these hoes

They go leave you in pain

Wo mo wei a

They go give you the blame

So I moved for these bitches

And I stayed on my lane

After all man I remained the same

Two three times that I came in the hood

With a Porsche niggas filled in my block

Looking at the youngin

Who from the hood

Grow up from the trenches in a boss

Always did the crime but never the time

So I'm shining with diamonds

Instead of cuffs

Trynna put the city on the map

And I made it this far

Anyway gotta just thank God

Man I'm trynna hit up the foe

Anytime on the block

Niggas spit out the fire

But we never gon stop

We was born in the hood

Man I swear real thugs

Skip school for the money

That's what we was taught

Slide anytime

When your brother gets caught

If you meet out your opps

Just pull out Glock

Man ran these bands

No time for the clock

No fist fight

First degree murders we caught

Man I turned this shit into the old school rap

Baggy jeans with some school strap

More success we gon toast to that

Long live to the old school trap

Guess who popped on the boss list

Man real money not some false shit

I dreamed this shit and I forced it

Now guess who popped on the Forbes list