Untrapped (feat. Estelle)

These tears I cry sure won't be the last It sure won't be the last Hey rest in peace to Nip Aye the album was done, I had to go back in on this shit See I fee even more trapped I said it never seems to pass me by Yuh Where'd we start off? How'd we go wrong? Niggas risk it all to put a nigga name in his song Niggas fighting over blocks that we don't even own Leave the house to get a bag and never make it back home Bulletproof truck, I'm full time rapping I wasn't living like this when I was still trapping Son seen me shed a tear like "Daddy, what happened?" I'm like "Daddy aight but Daddy don't know what's gon' happen" Niggas rapping gangster lyrics and thinking it's cool Til you the suspect or victim they post on the news So the dope that you selling the dope that you use Y'all made popping pills cool, you niggas confused I'm a true independent, you niggas should listen Rather record label or not, I was investing my millions I spent millions on my artists and did it consistently If it ain't real boss talk nigga watch how you mention me Real estate got it checked, 20 mil on that 30 in the bank, I'm 50 off, I'm still at that I seen a hundred bricks, I had a hundred dracos with a hundred shots But til I see that hundred mil ain't really did nothing, nigga I ain't impressed by a killer I'm impressed by a hustler who's Taking care of his mother and his brother And his significant other Put his niggas in position to show 'em he love 'em This pain inside Hey you know I just moved to LA right So I had to ride down Crenshaw just to see it for myself Damn See I had a call back home too said shit ain't lookin' good Life I just paid 8 mill to the IRS I don't agree but then again you can say I'm blessed Late night no sleep, you can say I'm stressed Bruh called say he fighting for his life, say less Quarter mil to the lawyer, straight cash no check Never lied to my niggas, I'ma stand on that I done cried to my niggas 'Cause real brothers really love each other and nobody threats I just went to Jay house, got hit with reality I got a long way to go for real, this shit baffling 90 mil on a crib and he not an athlete If I don't make it for my family this shit gon' be a tragedy I'm tryna live life and make sure they proud of me I give no energy to critics or niggas who doubted me I'm a black owned business owner, entrepreneur We all from the gutter, from the mud, from the sewer Send a text to Meek, told him move safe Send a text to Youngsta, I'm checking on your case Send a text to Bagg, boy you on your way Don't get caught up in these streets, you one hit away I sit down with Bloc tell him you Young but you gotta take this shit serious Life bout more than guns, hoes, and a lot of jewelry I just hope that they hearing me, I love these niggas dearly They like "Gotti you changed," yeah I call it maturity I gotta get to the bag, and these labels be fearing me Five million in watches, and no stones in the jewelry FN on me nigga, I'm securing security I'm tryna get a hundred mil, fuck facing a jury Nigga think all that lil shit you doing cool Til it's you versus the motherfuckin' federal government nigga Then what? Then what you lil niggas gonna do? Start telling every motherfuckin' thing you know, huh That ain't a real nigga, that ain't no gangsta shit All these niggas on Instagram posting Their motherfuckin' business and shit Draco this, [?] And they gon' be the first nigga to Rat on a nigga, you know what I'm saying Whole social media shit the police nigga When you niggas gon' wake up nigga Still telling on yourself Where they do that it? This rich gangsta shit forever