Skilla Baby – Trapped Lyrics

Now I’m like two million up, and that shit still ain’t enough
When I go to sleep, I think about them shootin’ up my truck
But I’m still out here doin’ me, I just don’t give a fuck
My lil’ cousins love me, I can’t let them see me givin’ up
Always got good grades in school, still played the fool
When them nigga made they move, you know me, I played it cool
Nigga playin’ both sides, I don’t ever make ’em choose
All these trophies on my neck, they could never say I lose, huh

Dope fein, coke, lean
Lil’ nigga from the hood gettin’ smoked at fifteen
All they know is tote straps, they ain’t gettin no cheese
I’m rich as fuck, nigga wanna lift me up, I still won’t leave
I’m strapped
I won’t leave the hood, I think I’m clapped
Them boys shot at us, we went got back
Every time we spin somebody got tapped
My lil’ nigga thirteen and got hats

Nah, for real
That’s how this shit goes
Real chasers

Every time I leave the house somebody tryin’ to kill me
Old nigga from the hood tryna Dr. Phil me
I’m on my tenth hood home, I’m ’bout to cop a building
If you ain’t never been through shit, you not gonna feel me
I done sold dope, been shot and shot at
I been locked up, got got and got back
I done stood in the kitchen and watched my brother lock crack
I done stayed in the trap watched the fiends cop packs

Dope fein, coke, lean
Lil’ nigga from the hood gettin’ smoked at fifteen
All they know is tote straps, they ain’t gettin no cheese
I’m rich as fuck, nigga wanna lift me up, I still won’t leave
I’m strapped
I won’t leave the hood, I think I’m clapped
Them boys shot at us, we went got back
Every time we spin somebody got tapped
My lil’ nigga thirteen and got hats