Zombies In The Trap ft. MVKO Lyrics

In the alley of despair where the lost children play

Echoes of innocence, long since decayed

Survival paints a mural of a desolate scene

Where hope is a ghost, and nightmares scream

Born in the gudda where the shadows collide

Fighting to breathe with a rage inside

I'm the undead but not quite alive

An addict for the addicts in a dying paradise

Emotionless eyes that stare past a thousand yards

Itchin' at my skin cause I'm covered with these scars

Fighting feelings with drugs, hopin' the latter hits me hard

Not even present in my soul, I just narrate from afar

Bi-bi-billions of bodies in the world and zero give a fuck

Chasing bread daily, only ever get crumbs

Got a quarter of the OZ right under the nuts

Got a hand fulla blunts, ashtray full of guts

So the seams split, and I don't sew shit

Stuck in the middle like I'm Malcolm in this bitch

I feel the devil draggin' me to the pit

I love the way it burns, I'll never be a bitch

Seams split, and I don't sew shit

In the middle feel the pressure close in

Feel the devil close, swear I can touch him

Feel better days ahead but don't know if I'mma live

Where the lost children play

Echoes of innocence, long since decayed

Survival paints a mural of a desolate scene

Where hope is a ghost, and nightmares scream

Born in the gudda where the shadows collide

Fighting to breathe with a rage inside

I'm the undead but not quite alive

An addict for the addicts in a dying paradise

Lately it's been really hard for me to give a fuck

Creepin' in the darkness like a shadow, keep the burner tucked

Smokin' all my ops I'm like a fever leave em burnin' up

Catch me in the field

I'm runnin' routes like my name Cooper Kupp

Fucked up in the mind, I've always been facetious

Locked inside my mental prison with all my demons

Livin' with a deathwish, head first off the deep end

Mask up on my face, hit the night and get to creepin'

Do not hit my phone there is no service in these catacombs

I don't play, I'll turn your favorite rapper to a bag of bones

Know that death is coming, choppa bout to sing a siren song

Whole gang loaded up, I never pull up to a fight alone

Always been on point, my work ethic is like a decimal

When I hit the block I rupture eardrums from the decibels

Arthur Morgan dead eye got your head inside my reticle

One two three bodies, fuck it catchin' several