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Benjamin Hayden
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[Verse 1]
Mind buzzing from these stupid fiends
Doing runs, I feel like I'm Uber Eats
Half the junkies been shooting needles
Where we meet, they all through the streets
Who's to blame here? You or me?
I don't want to be selling rock
But the crew, we all got to eat
Fuck the coppers who tryna watch
I ain't saving to buy no watch
Three phones and these cunts don't stop
I should set up a run through job
Then set him back up and front two boxes
I been that obnoxious
Fuck the world, I been cross too often
Fill the boot, you see lights, no stoppin'
Keep your head down, you might get got
Everybody want a piece of the pie
Ain't nobody wanna start from the bottom
Everybody got a piece or a knife
Only get 'em 'cause they're scared of a flogging
I ain't here to start fights though
Only be stating the obvious
I knew a few that get pulled in for interviews
100% that they doggin' us
Cut up blocks in a vacant flat
Fuck the dogs, yeah, I hate the jacks
Fuck a job, I ain't paying tax
Suckers watching me making stacks
Four days in the trap
Same shirt, same tracks on
Four days in the trap
I ain't leavin' till the packs's gone
[Verse 2]
Four days in the trap
Four days in the trap
Court case on my lap
We ain't leavin' till we cashed
Four days in the trap
Same shirt, same tracks on
Four days in the trap
I ain't leavin' till the packs's gone
[Verse 3]
Granddaddy had a fruit shop
And got his hustle on up outta Lebanon
Now your grandson is on the two pops
So we sell stuff when we get in on
Hurstville with the Chinese
Mixed three cups with the kettle on
I was seventeen with the M rock
In rehab outta Wollongong
Way back, old days
Moneybags in a blue Mazda
Old mate played loan shark
For the hunnid packs of the blue Mazdas
Played friends, they all snakes
All nominees, just true actors
Missing friends over missing money
From the kitchen drawer
Brother, who snatched it?
Still be acting real
Still be catching deals
Still be making sure those packages
Get properly vacuum sealed
Give no ucks, ucks, ucks
Give no ucks 'bout how you feel
Still be real
Still be catching deals
Still be catching meals, meals
Ride around bumpin' Triple J
When I turn it on, yeah, the joint is mine
Ride around puffin' triple Js
When I burn it off, yeah the joint is mine
Go back to the same flats
'Cause he sells grams that are .9
But you never ever sold one thing
Stop fronting, there's no point lying
[Verse 4]
Four days in the trap
Four lines on a stripper's back
Hallways looking black
Long drives and I bring it back
Four days in the trap
Four lines on a stripper's back
Four days in the trap
Four days in the trap
[Verse 5]
Four days in the trap
More paper, more cash
They buzzin' my phone when I'm out
They can all wait till I'm back
In the hallways, in the flats
Your broad's facing my lap
My lawyer is saving my ass again
My court cases get dashed
My Gina looking like floor cleaner
We reelin' out of this four seater
If you talk heater, gonna force me
To put a hole in your neck like a store beeper
Fund float for these drug homes
My plug knows that I'm cutthroat
Feed a pregnant bitch rock
Till I kill two birds with one stone
Ride around with them scammers
Hiding out from these cameras
My hype is out in South Gina
How you gonna find me now?
I go phantom
Thinking you had been up on the streets lad
My mates snaked me for a speed bag
Switch thought he was a big boy
Turned out cast for like three stacks
[Verse 6]
Four days in the trap
Four days in the trap
Court case on my lap
We ain't leavin' till we cashed
Four days in the trap
Same shirt, same tracks on
Four days in the trap
I ain't leavin' till the packs's gone
[Verse 7]
Flood the money through the fly screen
Everybody want that ice cream
Everybody copy my steeze
Till they realise it was just a pipe dream
No yes men on my team
My best friend speaks Chinese
Don't ask why this white Beamer
We driving these to get white cream
Fuck it, I feel like burning some bridges down
I feel like turning some bitches out
I feel like shit when I wake up
So I'm getting high till it's good to go into town
It's way too red hot to sit around
Four days, it was in and out
Four days back in the trap
Girl back at home, she don't know shit about it
Written by: Benjamin Hayden
