Lyrics Born In It - Lil James, WICCED

Born In It

I was born in the motherfuckin' trap house
I used to run to them calls with my pack out
Ya know foreign cars put story when they back out
Came a long way from corner stores and them crackhouses
And now we on the road, doin' shows and they packed out
VV dancing on expensive fabric, they gon' flash out
My grandma cleanin' on the floor, my condo is a stash house
Bitches, they gon' eat it, bend them over, beat their back out
Bitches trippin' want relations then I had to kick her out
I quit anticipating in that bullshit, what you’re talking about?
I be on that, when I come up out that jump of south
We be getting it in, load it up then we give them out
Since I’ve met my plug, thank God I ain’t seen a drop
I count six figure every time I’m sittin' on my couch
Still thuggin' in the trenches and I’m going hard
If you ain’t got no youngin, they gon' pull your card
I was born in the motherfuckin' trap house
I used to run to them calls with my pack out
Ya know foreign cars put story when they back out
Came a long way from corner stores and them crackhouses
And now we on the road, doin' shows and they packed out
VV dancing on expensive fabric, they gon' flash out
My grandma cleanin' on the floor, my condo is a stash house
Bitches, they gon' eat it, bend them over, beat their back out
Run the shit up and get to it
All of my niggas they came out the sewer
Bitches they love how we do it
Came up them trenches and really make it through it
Get the pack I’ll get it gone
Bet ya they feelin' my song
She in my spot in a thong
Steak everyday and filet mignon
We like them watery diamonds
Money in my way, my vision gets blurry
Came in that jumpy road I’m just tellin' my story
Can’t go outside by no bitches
I’m just trying to get rich
Yellow diamonds on me lookin' like piss
Came from the bottom, look at us, we lit
I was born in the motherfuckin' trap house
I used to run to them calls with my pack out
Ya know foreign cars put story when they back out
Came a long way from corner stores and them crackhouses
And now we on the road, doin' shows and they packed out
VV dancing on expensive fabric, they gon' flash out
My grandma cleanin' on the floor, my condo is a stash house
Bitches, they gon' eat it, bend them over, beat their back out
See I was born in that motherfuckin' traphouse
You were sworn in that motherfuckin' traphouse
You’ll get swarmed in this motherfuckin' traphouse
I’ll be makin' plays and countin' money ‘till I pass out
All about this profit, nigga can’t beat nothing
Bitch ain’t gave me nothing
Say she love me, need to stop it
She just want relation, I do it for recreation
Fuck them fake friends, I want payments like
Fuck what nigga sayin' if it ain’t ‘bout no paper
It ain’t a conversation
And I’ve been feelin' lately like a lot of niggas hatin'
And them bitches try to play me
But I stay down and came up
fuckin' with me, bet it ain’t one
I was born in the motherfuckin' trap house
I used to run to them calls with my pack out
Ya know foreign cars put story when they back out
Came a long way from corner stores and them crackhouses
And now we on the road, doin' shows and they packed out
VV dancing on expensive fabric, they gon' flash out
My grandma cleanin' on the floor, my condo is a stash house
Bitches, they gon' eat it, bend them over, beat their back out