Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trapped Music Pt 2, artist - Ras Kass. Album song Soul on Ice 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
Trapped Music Pt 2 |
All my life a real nigga |
All my life I been real, nigga |
All these bitch niggas with soap boxes |
Claim they trap gods and dope sponsors |
I’ll leave the drama to Ak |
I’ma just stick to the facts |
Makes sense you goofy, your mama wack |
At school with a gat and red MAGA. |
hat |
Niggas ain’t woke, just insomniac |
Lit off of cocaine and cognac |
Phony rat, hold me back |
Nah, fuck that, I’ma let go |
You either homo or metro, I’m hetero |
No doubt I’m insured like the gecko |
I’m gassed and full of the petrol |
And I told your ass from the get-go |
My future is retro |
My past is the next flow |
You dead, I’m a necro |
I’m charged like electro |
Stop knocking, the party is next door |
Dressed all black in Depeche Mode |
Rump Shake at a Wreckx-n-Effect show |
She give good brain, intellectual |
Put lead to your head like you Destro |
All my life a real nigga |
All my life I been real, nigga |
All these bitch niggas with soap boxes |
Claim they trap gods and dope sponsors |
We don’t buy it |
No street cred, only debt for lyin' |
Up on a fifth of the genie bottle, wish you would try it (Tonight) |
I wish you would try it |
Just stick to the facts |
This bigger than rap |
Just stick to the facts |
And don’t get caught up 'cause this shit is a trap |
Just stick to the facts |
This bigger than rap |
You lack, leave you clapped, that’s a fact |
So I’m constantly watching my back |
Real lyricist, real life experience |
Sample your shit with no clearances |
We ride or die, you crash and burn in real life, The Fast and the Furious |
Travel with bitches, I came with a nine but now she a ten in the bed |
'Cause I’m on Pacific Standard Time and AZ’s an hour ahead |
Lead that just shower your head, squeeze it and bust |
Heated them up, defeated and fucked |
Turned your brain to noodles and soup like I’m feeding 'em pho |
Reppin' the people, The Dreamers, Haiti, Puerto Rico |
I am a lethal illegal amigo |
One man Voltron, Black Ultron |
Haters keep wanting me RICO’d |
Nope, fuck Joe Arpaio |
Turn that fucker face into pico de gallo |
No wins in mi casa |
You start and end with an O like spelling Ohio |
You’re welcome to try, though |
Line for line like Scarface doing cocaine rails |
I supply the high, design the sky |
Been fly since '95 |
All my life a real nigga |
All my life I been real, nigga |
All these bitch niggas with soap boxes |
Claim they trap gods and dope sponsors |
We don’t buy it |
No street cred, only debt for lyin' |
Up on a fifth of the genie bottle, wish you would try it (Tonight) |
I wish you would try it |
Ayy, yo, ma |
Ayy, yo, ma |
Yo, man |
What, Melanie? |
What, what you yellin' at me for? |
What you mean? |
You callin' me like I’m a shorty or somethin' |
You are a shorty, look at your fuckin' purse, you dumbass |
It’s not a purse, stupid |
It looks like a fucking purse so I’ma call it a purse |
It’s fashion |
It’s not fuckin' fashion, bruh, shit look stupid |
All the rappers is doin' it, they look stupid? |
Yeah |
No |
If they fuckin' wear some shit like that |
They look stupid? |
You’re wrong |
Yup, they all fuckin' look stupid |
They walkin' around lookin' with a purse |
This is Fendi, you’re wildin', this is fashion |
Fuck out of here |
Don’t call me like that, for real |
Ayy, yo, ma |
Yo, ma |
You know what? |
Fuck you then |