Trap Story ft. Poseidon Lyrics

Yeah just tell a story of one of them days when I really been in the trap

Big Flame went to jail and it drove him insane, I run from the 12 like a lap uh

I did this shit with no strap

God had protect me the gang on my back

Jasmine she wimmie so I never lack

Swerve in the streets turn Brookfield to a track aye

I got this hoe in the back uh

Prefer the gin cause I rode with the Remy

Really don't needta be strapped

I might cross out my hands cause them demons is with me

Thinking of death and not leaving the city

Know fam gone be straight I'm gone blow off the pity

Uh

Yeah

I know fam gone be straight

When I die they get 50

Spirit just in me got hustle for money

The school hip they know how I'm coming

I been walking in classes with money

Can't do work cause I'm moving the bunnies

Can't do work cause I really don't care

Smelling the smoke see the stress in my hair

I had no money I ain't hit the fair

Still never look bummy the drip just a wear

I really hope I can get this shit gone mane

People need neon keep calling my phone aye

Car breaking on me can't make that shit back

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Might be a killer, thats just for the racks

Yeah just tell a story of one a them days where I really been in the trap

Yeah just tell a story of one a them days where I really been in the trap

Sourcing Green

I be high but I'm serious

I take no chances on fucking wit niggas

Stay tryna run to my piece like it's dinner

Too much of dis heat keep on fuckin my mental

All in her teeth Imma fuck up her dental

Gotta lil militant

Fuck it, it's simple

Back in dem days I was dappin dem robbas and killas

They told me don't fuck wit dem niggas

They told me go back

Go back and make it

So next time you here you be helping these niggas

None of em wrong they just faced wit decisions

Ya Seen what I saw

Yeen felt it in spirit

I drown my eyes in the alcohol

Im goin up cuz I can't even pivot

I'm better now hope they see that it's different

Don't be a clown it's a moment don't miss it

Yeah Yeah

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Poseidon Poseidon Poseidon

Scar on my face from a pistol got pulled on me nigga

Was fake but I ain't know the difference

I threw a punch, he flipped it

Swung in my visual

Saw it but I couldn't clear it

That shit was different

Feeling the pain and the dripping but still on a dangerous mission

I took another hit, sound like a lego brick

All for a 30

Man that shit irrelevant

Then the shit bussed

No he ain't shoot

It got crushed

Parts on the ground as we knuckling up

I got too angry and slipped uh

But I keep a blade at the hip uh

I'm getting choked so I won't see the blame

All in that second I thought a few things

I pulled out Jasmine looking at abdomen

All of this time if I really just stab again ooo

Foot on my wrist by the tool

Family keeping me sane

Can't sip red rum not today

I can't see my mom in that pain