Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trap Music, artist - Nines. Album song One Foot Out, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: XL
Song language: English
Trap Music |
| I didn’t choose this life, see this shit just chose me |
| Used to be in the ends, now everywhere they know me |
| I’m still that boy getting dough with my niggas |
| I lost my friends on the road to some killers |
| I still keep it 100, yeah, yeah |
| Now they call me whenever they want me |
| I’mma take it all the way |
| I’mma put my city on the map and that’s that |
| Line blowing, no time to sit down |
| And if the album does numbers, then the prices on the bricks down |
| Can’t take that prick’s behaviour |
| But it’s droughty and he helps me get packs like a fitness trainer |
| Still can’t believe the industry let a hustler shine |
| I’m flying birds, I bust my nine, I’m taking off just in time |
| Still ain’t ready to give up my line |
| I just hit the booth |
| Then it’s back to flip mode when I bust a rhyme |
| Trap music, made my nigga lock for fifty racks |
| Said his P’s in my dogs house like Frank Lucas |
| Most of jail niggas, all they wanna do is chat |
| Come like bitches on the wing, orange is the new black |
| My nigga told me quick, I don’t need them B flips |
| Don’t worry, I’m on the top of my game like Wii Fit |
| For the people that said that I’d never prosper |
| I’m gonna shut down Harlesden |
| Pouring money out a helicopter |
| I didn’t choose this life, see this shit just chose me |
| Used to be in the ends, now everywhere they know me |
| I’m still that boy getting dough with my niggas |
| I lost my friends on the road to some killers |
| I still keep it 100, yeah, yeah |
| Now they call me whenever they want me |
| I’mma take it all the way |
| I’mma put my city on the map and that’s that |
| Prada shoes, Burberry coat |
| It’s like these guys prefer me broke |
| Niggas getting rushed, it was funny but it weren’t a joke |
| Heard they want to run up in the base, it’s a myth |
| Guns all around the house like Mr and Mrs Smith |
| She said she never met a mobstar |
| I just spent two thousand on this tux looking like I left the opera |
| She thinks that I’m a thugged out nigga with P |
| But I’m really a nice guy like despicable me |
| Uh, if I’m on a madting, guarantee my niggas on it |
| Soon buy my mum and aunty benzes with some ribbons on it |
| Tried to put him on, but he ain’t got ambition |
| Trapstar to rapstar, I’m 'bout to make the transition |
| Man listen, the world’s full of mayhem |
| My nigga got rushed on cam, now he’s on bell for an AM |
| Grew up in this beef, it ain’t my own choice |
| Can’t forget them days in Barnet when I was grinding with my broke boys |
| I didn’t choose this life, see this shit just chose me |
| Used to be in the ends, now everywhere they know me |
| I’m still that boy getting dough with my niggas |
| I lost my friends on the road to some killers |
| I still keep it 100, yeah, yeah |
| Now they call me whenever they want me |
| I’mma take it all the way |
| I’mma put my city on the map and that’s that |