Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jam Up, artist - Trapo. Date of issue: 14.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Jam Up |
| I just put a flame to the dope feel better, right |
| I was young in the room |
| Couples games by the food that my momma brought to me sometimes |
| Standing all in that lunch line, right |
| Always ran from the rules |
| Like fuck that class I was smart enough |
| But none of ya’ll staff gon' pick me up, when I’m down |
| I was lost, right |
| For my brothers, i grind for a loft |
| Probably faint if you look at the cost |
| Seventh grade i just wanted a loft but we pay for them xans |
| Wash it down with the Vos |
| Like I don’t care 'bout no rules |
| So far I’ve lived how I choose |
| So far I’ve lived how I’ve, right |
| So nigga get ready, I’m ready for action |
| This gun won’t jam up |
| And if its a problem, I got a reaction |
| Excuse my manners |
| See I met a few dudes and i couldn’t stand them |
| But it’s all good, cause Trapo that nigga now |
| They ask for a verse when they need it now |
| And i give it to 'em |
| If i don’t, ain’t nobody gon' listen to 'em i feel bigger now |
| You should listen to 'em |
| All these people telling me to listen to 'em |
| I get mentions from 'em but they hated me |
| They created me |
| When I make it, don’t expect no play from me |
| My old chick say she just need a break from me |
| Need a, right |
| So nigga get ready, I’m ready for action |
| This gun won’t jam up |
| And if its a problem, I got a reaction |
| Excuse my manners |
| I been on the road boy |
| So please do not ask me where I will end up |
| I been on the road boy |
| So please do not ask me where I will end up |
| Fuck them niggas I went to school with, nigga |
| If i make it I plan on moving nigga |
| If i make it I plan on moving niggas |
| Couple bitches they wanna do me, nigga |
| Couple women cooking me movie dinners |
| I just fuck 'em and give 'em new beginnings |
| I’m a rapper, right? |
| So these xans kick in in the afterlife |
| All my plans work out if the math is right |
| And the math is right |
| So i ball til' I’m bald in a pamper |
| Couple stains in my jeans and this dandruff |
| King Trap finna trap with his family |
| Sitting back writing raps get a grammy |
| I make it look easy, right, don’t it? |
| This shit was a freebie I promise |
| Like I’m on the verge of something, right |
| Girl I warn you I’m a nascar racer race |
| I race to a place that didn’t work, right |
| Like should be onto something, right |
| I was never used to following your pattern |
| High school I was missing my practice |
| Now I’m better, I don’t even need practice |
| And I’m like wait wait, right |
| Roll one make it better than the last one |
| New girl way better than the last one |
| I was last in the class but I always had passed |
| Like fuck your appearance I went and grab some |
| And we all smoke dope, we just like our folks |
| We don’t ever reminisce just let it happen |
| And we all follow for a |
| And I’m like wait |
| I swear my days so fucking long |
| This shit so make believe |
| Is there a way to see the shade, the kind of never seen (x2) |
| It wasn’t always like this |
| I walk inside the store |
| And take what I want then gotta go |
| And nevermind the prices |
| See now we ride |
| Like I’m on the verge of something, right |
| Girl I warn you I’m a nascar racer race |
| I race to a place |
| Like should be onto something, right |
| I was never used to following your pattern |
| High school I was missing my practice |
| Now I’m better, I don’t even need practice |