Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The red Carpet , by - Trapo. Song from the album Oil Change, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 01.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Trapo
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The red Carpet , by - Trapo. Song from the album Oil Change, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопThe red Carpet |
| I appreciate that |
| I appreciate that, only one more shot though |
| I gotta drive, I’m bein' granite in a wall for bein' realer than they try |
| I was lookin' up to God and they was lookin' up the guy |
| They was lookin' up the man, they honor word, that man a lie |
| I tell the truth though, who is this? |
| Tellin' me he got a full clip, call bullshit |
| It’s more than double X’s, I’m a straight professional |
| Legally dangerous, we steppin' out |
| Death usually creep when you tired |
| Catch you while you sleep when you tried |
| To prevent, be disguised as a weakness for some thighs |
| If 12 still hangin' at the store, I ain’t goin' |
| 'Less the bros is on blowin' cop badges off shoulders, I’m cool |
| You, niggas I cloned still on the block |
| They never owned, still gonna rock |
| They never sold niggas around |
| But listen to souls and shit |
| But if it don’t move me then I can’t condone |
| I peep part through the window in your soul |
| You just altered by your ego, you’re just an award show |
| Some of us share a problem and I’m honored |
| Keep pretending we don’t, work until I’m so broke, right |
| I was ridin' through the city, I was watchin' out for death, they was lookin' |
| at me weird |
| Probably 'cause a nigga walk, yeah he walk like he walkin' with protection on |
| the side of his leg |
| I was runnin' from the kids, they was mistakin' the dreads, they was mistakin' |
| the skin |
| For some nigga who was shootin' at the cops |
| He at least six-five and I’m only five-ten |
| You’re just an award show |
| But congrats, for foolin' us with raps |
| About tuckin' an imaginary pistol |
| Readin' through imaginary lines |
| 'bout imaginary crimes that you niggas say you went through |
| Congrats, for foolin' us with raps |
| About tuckin' an imaginary pistol |
| Readin' through imaginary lines |
| 'bout imaginary crimes that you niggas say you went through |
| Parking lot, the corner of the block |
| Where all the bummy niggas cock at shorty’s purse |
| But shorty from around, rounds under shorty’s skirt |
| That’s how she get down, she’s a gangster bitch |
| And she got me arroused |
| Blow a nigga down, literally the mouth wild |
| You’re just an award show |
| Do these gold bottles make us role models? |
| Is it winning if the hoes follow us off of the mall |
| And the kids with no fathers picture as gods |
| But the niggas on the block, they just envy us and gossip |
| Minimum wage will make you cherish your gauge |
| Insomnia all the time, you pedal how to get paid |
| And if you get a raise, it’s a graveyard |
| So my windows tinted still and it’s still on my waist |
| On that double tombstone, tryna catch an eight |
| And you might catch a wave and I’m crashing on the shore and shit |
| And rappin' like you poor again, some things never change |
| But congrats, right |
| But congrats, for foolin' us with raps |
| About tuckin' an imaginary pistol |
| Readin' through imaginary lines |
| 'bout imaginary crimes that you niggas say you went through, why |
| Congrats, for foolin' us with raps |
| About tuckin' an imaginary pistol |
| Right, right, right |
| Yeah (congrats, congrats) |
| I was ridin' through the city, I was watchin' out for death, it was lookin' at |
| me weird, yeah |
| Probably 'cause that nigga walk, yeah he walk like he walkin' with protection |
| on the side of his leg |
| Through the city, I was lookin' out for, they was lookin' at me scared |
| Man, slide through on Sunday, bro. |
| Literally, bro. |
| It’s gonna be lit on Sunday, |
| bro. |
| It really is bro. |
| I’m tellin' you this right now bro. |
| 'Cause we ridin' |
| there deep as hell too, like… |
| Hold on, hold that |
| I learned from my mother and my uncles and my brothers, no relation |
| No relation, we just hung out all the time |
| Wanted to be famous when I was a little child |
| My first label meeting was like eating off the ground |
| Every crumb right next to fire, gasoline, and dollar bill |
| You might say demeaning, I say shit make you a man |
| I think every empty stomach come with hunger and a plan |
| Depending how you bummin', nigga you already dead |
| Trouble near, we prepared |
| People 'round the corner for karma, no armor |
| Tryin' real hard to never disappear |
| 'Cause anytime someone’ll try and free your mind |
| Free your mind (moving to the exit) |
| Free your mind (I been goin' through) |
| Free your mind (hate to let it get to me this time) |
| Girl let it sit |
| All it takes to free your mind |
| Forget 'bout everything and everyone |
| He say all it really takes to finally free your mind |
| Forget 'bout everything and everyone |
| All it really take, take |
| To free your mind and forget (free your mind) |
| I just can’t be bothered with shit, today |
| All it really take, take |
| To free your mind and forget |
| I just can’t be bothered with shit, today |
| Who is this nigga approaching my section? |
| Flexing for these bitches, flashing his weapon |
| Tryna be tougher than his threads will let him |
| Skinny jeans and septum wings in niggas' noses |
| Get way more traction then them flowin' shit |
| And that’s facts, only the black man |
| Like a time bomb, and I might hard |
| You niggas, that’s for fuckin' with my page |
| I was rappin' 'bout the shade, now I’m rappin' 'bout them days |
| And how they really still ain’t came |
| I was hopin' for a raise |
| Now I’m plottin' on runnin' in niggas' places, shoes |
| Playstations, dodgin' the plantation |
| Penitentiary mindstates |
| Livin' with your mind caged |
| When we need oxygen |
| And most passing toxicants to cope, I play it cool |
| 'Cause y’all gon' follow rules to you lose |
| I ignore 'em 'cause my birthday passed |
| And I ain’t quite made it up to expectation yet |
| Oh shit, wait |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| Grow Up | 2018 |
| In This Car ft. A3C | 2019 |
| Bumper | 2018 |
| Rain Check | 2018 |
| a Relapse | 2018 |
| Mirror Man | 2018 |
| Drunk Punch | 2018 |
| Coming Down | 2018 |
| Blue Shirt | 2017 |
| Militant Man | 2018 |
| mOndays | 2018 |
| Situations ft. Trapo | 2016 |