Rap'd Up Location Lyrics

Keep your eyes on me, keep your eyes on me, keep your eyes on me, keep your eyes on me

Yo, my hood's crazy, we got babies having babies, I couldn't even spell spinner, I wanted a 38 G

Lord save me, I'm just tryna make it happen, why you think I never went home

And I stayed trapping, or I stayed jacking, mummy said we need gas in

And I'm the man of the house, I don't know where my dad is

So I hit the road, in the trap, at the stove, told the fiend to tell the fiends that I got the best of both

So I'm like Hovis, the whole hood knows this, I started out with nothing, so they can see I progressed

Still got feds beaming off my door, that's a load of stress, but I know before you see the light

there's a load of tests I told mummy, hold on, I'm gonna get this doe long

I was trying to get it right, even though I'm so wrong

In the trap, breaking down the pack, this shit's so long

But it's the only thing I knew, to get my door long on

Robberies, used to be broke, now I'm shotting keys

I guess that's just life in the slums

Before you get the bread, you gotta start off with crumbs

I used to roll with the shank before I got me a gun

That's crazy in my hood, n***a snake in my hood

No page, a couple man are cakey from my hood

I remember when that little pussy snaked me for some grub

That's why I slid round the window, safety on the snub

Old friend tried to fuck my girl had to cage the brother up

That's why I touched the roadside and paged the brother up

Back the knee in and had that n***a shaking like a puss

I told my n***a, B stand down, we ain't wasting any slugs

N****s say they love me, but it's blatantly lust

When I was in the can, they didn't check for my mum

They didn't check for my daughter

What happened to loyalty, that word's out of order

Once these guys are recalls, trying to be rich porter

That's why I trust n****s, just to pot and some water

An alarm was steady waiting for the camera

I'm a shooter on my block, these n****s don't want drama

So now it's time to clean up like a hoover

Trying to run my strip like my name's Larry Hoover

My young G's on the come up, I salute you

Keep it real, don't turn to no Medusa

Don't change when you get a bit of change

Used to have a bag of n****s, now most of them are strange

I guess that's just part of the game

I guess that's just part of the game