Trapped

Rude nigga yeah savage
Hood nigga's good backing
New nigga's don't excite me
Few bitches for night, for shift
No pictures, so don't ask me

Make your vision turn to bad dreams
I hear the money like an adlib
I take your honey, got her address
I make her twirl (I call it balance)
Nigga's wanna act like me

I stay sipping on lean
I make money with me team
You make money in your dream
Count my blessings when I sleep
Trend setter making everybody act just like me

No seller but I close every bag in a deal (cochela)
Back in the field, no telling what I'm planning to bring
Provoking a passionate king
I'm packing a peace
I focus on making my enemies
Members of a faculty of dead bodies who dare battling me

Ooh sh-i-i-i-

I don't think you ready, your brain is never steady
I'm navigating you never getting the right angles
It's more obligated to making me like Rambo
You rabble so much I swear your mouth is Manuel
I mastered the arts so I'm paving the gravel

I need the master card for making them travels
My life a movie we gon' party in sandals
Don't like them groupies they don't when to settle
Peer they goes my handle sh-i-i-i-i
Nigga's make deals, so be devil

Bitch, you can't sing, you terrible
Give her that D and she got a note (aye)
Mix that lean with a bottle rosy
Told my nigga Steez we gon' make it one day
Kazadi on the beat, make you fucking levitate

Ivey real sick you don't wanna play with fate
Young savage riding twenty-two
All these nigga's wanna have me ooh
All these nigga's wanna hit it
Multiple it, make babies too

Make it rain on a face
Make it Baptist
Muva of the wave
Rosa Lona getting paid
Rosa Lona make it rain

Young Savage I'm-a put
Your heart in the money bag
Thief in the night you won't get it back
Cardiac arrest let it
Drop you to the floor

Drop the top of the car
Every thing I lay on beat, on par
Every beat I slay say aah'
Make your man say yah aah'
When I take lead he pray on maw

I can't focus on hater
Getting this paper
Counting the zaka
Kufa ke ngaka

Okay straight from bottom where rats home
Never getting paid was pain so hustled
Working everyday like we slaves bu the chain gold
Looking into the future
I could change when I make notes

Looking into the future when I blaze (don't plan those)
Bad lil' bitch when gon' dance (if I say so)
Kinda feeling when I wanna feel up her asshole
Try'na make a living
I ain't talking btw dad's home (blah)