Intro

Uh-huh

Yeah, you know who it is

And you know what it is

Bags And Boxes 3

I mean Blade

We made that trilogy innit

Not a lot of artists can get there

So with saying that

The trap game will be televised

Imagine my life in scales

Ayo Blade, let's go

If my scales could talk

They'd say "Can I take the day off?"

Covered in buj, he ain't even wiped the yay off

Put me on an uneven surface, I'll do it way off

If it ain't a ten out of ten, I just tell 'em "Stay off"

Where you been ****? I've been buying birds

"Look after the trap line" will be my dying words

Where you been ****? I've been buying birds

"Look after the trap line" will be my dying words

"Look after the trap line" will be my final statement

Food is in the attic, .45 that's in the basement

Just make sure you carry on

And if I die don't cry for me ****, go put the bally on

This is trap life 101

Your phone ain't banging if they call you for a one-on-one

Send the right page, I'll make the runner come

This winter grind season now the summer's done

And all these new money ****, **** new money

You wouldn't act like that if you knew money

Now these **** they don't know money

Fuck a new money ****, I'm talking old money

These **** acting crazy with their show money

I was in Totty with B Double getting that show money

They say slow money's better than no money

But why they flash their little racks tryna show money?

I've got investments, I've got businesses

Five figures in a day, I've got witnesses

Yeah we buy and sell and we sell and buy

I cook it wet but I sell it dry

The realest ****, imma tell 'em why

I think your favourite rapper, he been telling lies

Yeah these rappers lie and imma tell 'em twice

The trap revolution will be televised

Yeah I've been through the highs and lows

That's why I copped the same colour in the highs and lows

Got some trap money that I hide in gold

Got a dope yard **** just to hide them O's

And everybody knows that my tape is the truth

I swear it sounds like a ****'s weighing flake in the booth

Seven-hundred every time I'm lacing my boots

When I reload ****, ain't no space in the coupe (ok ok)