TRAPPED INNA BOOTH Lyrics

I'm trapped in the booth, all I need is my bitch and some weed and some lean too

Your mans feel good off the Xanx, he a fiend too

I'm the king of the rap, bitch, I feel I'm the truth

I never had clean kicks, I had dirty shoes

I can tell he finna switch, I see it in his mood

I can peep how you think I see it in your moves

It ain't really hard to get no cash, boy, you gotta choose

Gotta choose this fuckin' cash and go and get it fast

Remember times I wasn't learnin' shit, I had to skip the class

shooting' dice in the hallway, but I ain't have a pass

I know I gotta be the best me, cause I ain't gotta dad

I ain't trippin' bout shit unless it's bout the cash

And I ain't goin' nowhere unless it's bout that bag

You try to race me to the back, I'm somethin' just like Flash

And I ain't lead the crib, loafin', boy, I got my mag

I put my trust in the gang, cause they got my back

And I ain't switchin' on the guys we ah solid pack

When you tell them no once, you see how they act

How you say you lookin' for me, I'm where the dollars at

In a private school with my collar up, they know I'm black

Hit my old bitch from the back, I'm bringin' problems back

You know I'm tryna blitz for the boss, soon as I hear the snare

No, I can't do no feature with you cause you really wack

Told gang we finna take off where the mileage act

I can't give nobody else no help, they don't give it back

If I put a car on the road, you know the tint be black

I know if I fall down, they won't bring me back

The time that you waste with them hoes, you can't get it back

The only thing that can help a nigga out is when you hit the stash

These niggas don't know how to rap, that's why they raps be ass

I learned how to back a whole zip with a sandwich bag

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