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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Karl Burt
Karl Burt
Songwriter
Kwame Williamson
Kwame Williamson
Songwriter

歌詞

Young Wopsey
No Trace Shit
Catch up ****
I use to window shop
Lookin' at the items wishin' I could cop
Narrative changed now a days I'm all up in the spot
Buying shit I wanted my whole life probably won't even rock
Strictly for my **** I'm knockin' Pac
Lighting up a L for my **** on the block
And all the real **** in a cell tied up like a knot
Typa shit that make you tight every time you see a cop
Repetitive cycle system designed for us to flop
Felons on your record so them jobs ain't hit you back
Back to square one gotta hit the block sit back and read the plot
It's all apart of white man tactics just to keep us locked
Modern day slavery throw you in a box
Can't get that time back wish you could rewind back
Before you hit that lick no police sirens in your climax
My dreams filled with flashbacks hate it when I backtrack
That's why I hate to sleep always catch me takin' cat naps
My bitch bad black and white like the poka dots
She don't use no make up no filters or no photoshop
Natural beauty with a stupid booty
Look like she belong in movies
I guess I caught the coodies got me bussin' like a uzi
My homie Joey put me on the game and taught me how to do it
I really do this legendary with the music
Took the music route
Either that or end up in a instiution
Where they put you in a cage and racist folks is your tutor
Naw fuck that I can't go back being broke ain't no joke
But when you paid you laugh
To the bank makin' deposits At the dealership lookin' at options
I like my chicks and my whips topless
Catch me in all black like a goth in hot topic
Mixin' Off White and Louis Vuittion fresh out the closet
In H-Town like a rocket
My logic and my conscience got me way ahead of my classes
Green yellow and black
Jamaican flags with my posse
Somewhere watchin' shottas with my patnas
Feel like teddy buck shot pussy **** make me parro
Catchin' uber's uptown like a dominicano
Asap forever
I'm knockin' flacko stackin' nacho dodging potholes
Undercovers and the crocked cops bro
You weak mc's couldn't see me even if you had x ray vision
Cuz im gifted and my vision clear like patches on expensive denim
Born sinner turnt to winner my competition beginners
Imma eagle to you pigeons
Colder than winter the month of December in human form
Takin rap by storm I'm chasin' dollars more money more commas
The mind of a scholar full of knowledge kickin' game like soccer
Disrespect leave him wet
Put the 9 to his back like ibaka
Had me locked down in a cell
Had no bail till the next day went to court
And the judge threw me bail
Had my lawyer on the case on the stand
Bitches had me locked damn
For some bullshit goddamn
I can't speak about the case
Cuz my lawyer handle it yeah
Money kept me free I gotta keep my hands on it yeah
Closer to my dreams gotta let it manifest yeah
Trynna stay free you know I gotta be the best at what I do
Caught a case up out the blue
And you know I stick and move
Ankle monitor on my shoe yeah
I'm popin' all these tags yeah
Next day eatin' soup up in the can
Hittin' push ups on my hand
Had no bail I'm eating ham
Lil hoe tellin' lies and shit
Ready if you try some shit
Dressed up in designer shit had me on robbin' shit
Caught up in the jam what's the plan get this money do this shit here for my fam
What you sayin what you playin'
Pussy **** I can't stand for that fake shit
Snake shit bitches always say shit
Lieing to the feds had me caught up on that case shit
Locked up in the zoo I'm hittin' pull ups on that ape shit
What you wanna do
What you need what you need
I'm posted on the block I got them beans for the fiends
Real **** spirit I can feel it thru my genes
When I do this shit I do this shit for my G's yeah
Written by: Karl Burt, Kwame Williamson
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