Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Love the Trap, artist - Nines. Album song From Church Rd. to Hollywood, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Love the Trap |
Back in the day most my olders were coke heads |
All I used to do was smoke weed and rob mopeds |
I used to think it was fun on the block |
When we was rushing running from cops |
Robbin man for their pokemon cards |
Every night me and T catching joke in my yard |
My brudda ran the block so I was royalty |
Now he’s gone only couple niggas show their loyalty |
I wanted to be like the OGs |
So I started sellin weed with my codies |
Me and Streetz went half on a Q |
Don’t laugh cause it’s true |
I turnt a half into 2 |
Turned that to a Z |
Back then that was loads of cash |
Woke up in the morning someone stole my stash |
It’s cool though cause that only made me strong |
Lengths said he was gonna bring me in but he was taking long |
Started writing grime bars |
Funds dropped me a Z I turned it to a 9 bar |
But I wouldn’t stop there |
Cah I was on a mission |
Me and Soup started going in so fuck the competition |
Tryna hide it from mum that I get dough |
Cah I’m still in year 9 with grills and a techno |
Bought a tried to chill around fiends |
But it didn’t work out for my million pound dreams |
I’ve been struggling all my life |
This pain got a aim too tight |
I’m on my grind |
With money on my mind |
So focus on these packs |
I blow a stack and I make it back |
I love the trap |
I love the trap |
Because my third eye is now half wide |
Pre-meditating |
Mind elevation |
Vision saying I made it |
So we can really see the stacks levitate on the playlist |
Don’t be surprised when you see me rolling round town |
But the fire still goes down in the booth |
I really do this ting |
See, I ain’t tryna pretend to rap |
I’m just spittin facts and I just come to bless the track |
I told my little donny watch the friends that you keep |
Talk is cheap talk about you every week |
See they’d rather see you die than see you multiply |
These anti social guys don’t wana nothing they’d rather see you smoked tonight |
My niggas hanging round here when it’s cops sittin plannin on handin out years |
Gun shots test in the park nobody cares |
Yutes chill on the block, hangin on stairs |
Praying for better days with the canes and the cell |
exchange flames so the beef cooking is well done |
Far too young but gone too far to turn back |
Many got hyped cause the stripes they’re tryna earn bad |
Have you learned that enough good yutes thinkin they turned bad |