Trap Nomad Lyrics

A lot of shit I don't know how to say

Or how to tell somebody for real

Music like the best way for me to communicate

You know fame and money don't mean shit

If I gotta lie and sacrifice my talent

This year, I'ma count a hundred racks

In a Range Rove

No matter how much I switch women

I can't change hoes

I'm a trap nomad in a the danger zone

Gas in my Goku bag and a change of clothes

No whip, low bread , no place is home

That I can call my own

Have to knock a nigga down like the Georgia Dome

Have to sell a hundred beans to record a song

Landline, I done trapped off a cordless phone

All my niggas gotta eat, but the portions gone

But I gotta do something, nigga, can't fold

Shit got deep, I caught the pressure

And I made mistakes, but I ain't break the code

I pull this LC9 and it, ain't for shows

And if gang come, like, Shang Tsung

You get changed up, and we takin' souls

Cause niggas doin' anything for clout and gold

Them raps is cap fuck the amount you sold

Say you movin', weight what's the amount you hold

Man these niggas soft like smooth skin

You either tighten up or you a loose end

See it super clear through my huge lens

Both let me fuck, cause they best friends

My niggas check each other we ain't yes men

Got down bad, put that fish on the scale

Watch who you servin', they Patti LaBelle

They singin', they squealin', they tattle, they tell

He fucked up the bag, we call him Latrell

He need him a Brady, he Brandon LaFelle

Why is he trappin', he know he can't sell

Should work in a office, he Steve Carell

Notice these bitches was pullin' me under

Blinded by pussy, that shit was a bummer

I hit rock bottom, I'm focused on numbers

And if I can't trust her, I know I can't fuck her

And if she ain't private, I know I can't trust her

Step by step, this take more than just skill Get a hundred racks, then go get a mil

Mind fucked up, he only listen to drill

His worth is a perc, and he function on pills

She Got hella bodies, she fuck and she kill He forced to the trap, or he do it for thrills

Can't pick a side when I know how both feel

But when you caught in the middle, they shoot at the fence

Don't got no opps, but I'm ridin' in tints Surviving the cops, that's divine intent

Natural causes mean I died content

Until though, Nati kid gon win Joe Burrow

Socastee kid, winnin' Hunter Renfrow

Watch I manifest this shit, cause I been broke

Cause I been broke, had to stop givin'

Carolina nigga, winnin' like Tee Higgins

For the city, I'ma shine like Ja'Marr Chase Manifest my own legend like Scarface

So, this year, I'ma count a hundred racks

In a Range Rove

No matter how much I switch women

I can't change hoes, I'm a trap nomad

In the danger zone, gas in my Goku bag

And a change of clothes, no whip, low bread

No place is home that I can call my own