TRAP TALK.

Uh, Young Meezo, too wavy Too much sauce my nigga, I been gravy So much weed, my plug copped a Mercedes Never outside, my appearances need a payment, uh So much bars, incarceration They honour me in the hood like a nigga inaugurated Presidential class on everything that I'm acclaimin' They plotting behind my back but the action is never taken, uh Man you niggas got me mistaken This rapping is God given there ain't no way to mistake it Or replace it I'm in a whole other lane, you niggas too complacent I'm innovating while you niggas jaded, uh Hoping I will fumble, that's a lot of waiting A lot of patience, something I cannot relate with I'm gunnin' for it I get a high from the hits I'm making, uh The zaza help with the meditation, uh Your opinion never meant shit to me Walk up in your vicinity smelling like weed and victory I tell the truth but a villain how they depicting me I cropped 'em out, see that ain't how the picture used to be There's a reason for everything that I do I can tell if your ass a snake just by looking at how you move Solid nigga, I always been sucker proof, uh Switched my location, I needed a better view, uh Uh, pray all of my niggas make it Heart racing, day to day we paper chasing Made it out in times when I thought I would never make it Keep it pushin', see failure ain't contemplated Now we the topic of conversations It comes with a lot of hating Heavy the head that's wears the crown, you know the sayin' I said "Okay then" If they want to play then we can play but The thing is I ain't nothin' to play with Ain't no debating I'm one of the greatest Retire early and spend the rest of my life vacating A foreign whip with a foreign bitch, Latina Asian The weed imported, it's foreign spliffs a nigga blazin' Pop a bean, Frank Ocean I'm novacaning I don't feel none for you bitches it's like my heart caved in I go so hard you'd swear I had a God placement This beat so hard it's soundin' like God played it And my cup runneth over, nigga, I'm God's favourite And ain't no time for waitin' Runnin' out of patience Woo! Still in the trap baby Packs and pills, life's a thrill Crib full of codeine My cup forever runneth over Pray for these niggas like dearly departed Trap still jumpin' like kangaroos, haha These niggas think it's a game But we never runnin' out, haha Y'all ain't really pimpin' like how w e pimpin' Scotty It's Die Mondez, woo!