Lyrics

(Chorus Kapulet and J_Emz) This is how we living gotta maintain The trap game, used to struggle Now it's champagne & Balmain This is how we living in the fast lane We catch planes on the regular we slap K's For bros sake we gotta keep it moving My brother just keep your head up Thats the Reason why I decided to get my bread up. Still trapping in the game, I ain't never gone change Till we all we all on. (Jm verse) I remember, I remember cruisin round trynna do them foul But now I got my young g's round trynna do me proud. When you see gang best re-route it Cause the other side getting laid down for 2,3 thousand. Yeah I'm still getting rowdy like that pull up like howdy and slap? Pull up like rowdy and bobby scream to the crowd like I'm back. Sum like a party in Mounty they way em girls in a wap Sum like the old carti them girls used to be in the trap. Now let me take you back a bit Yeah I used to trap a bit. I would chase the loudest pack None the less the cracker shit. Back when me and dub bought our first car and crashed the whip, Back when I was dumb and wouldn't hesitate to slap a b*tch Would I slap a b*tch now? maybe I would, who knows? I'm from where they'd rather trap than slave away in fluros. Where the youngins would skip the bible and rather do road. Where we slide young to our rivals you can't choose both gang. (Chorus kapulet and Jm) This is how we living gotta maintain the trap game, Used to struggle now it's champagne & Balmain. This is how we living in the fast lane We catch planes on the regular we Slap K's for bros sake We gotta, keep it moving my brother Just keep your head up. That's the reason why I decided to get my Bread up. Still trapping in the game, I ain't never gone change till we all we all on. (Spenny verse) This the only life that we know, No time to kick my feet up, Banned from the star casino, But i don't care cos we up, And if your livin life to the fullest then blaze the weed up Cause there ain't nothing that can separate me from my sativa, Cos I grew up eating tuna cans now we low on rubber bands. Didn't have a dollar now I'm a shot caller, What you know bout winter showers with no hot water? But I ain't stopping for nothin I do this shit for my daughter But they don't understand. Still got no love for the other side I stay thicker. One thing I hate more then a op would be a fence sitter. Take a glimpse of my wrist and how it stays glitter. Made it out the hood but still chilling with the same hitters. (Chorus kapulet and Jm) This is how we living gotta maintain the trap game, Used to struggle now it's champagne & Balmain. This is how we living in the fast lane We catch planes on the regular we Slap K's for bros sake We gotta, keep it moving my brother Just keep your head up. That's the reason why I decided to get my Bread up. Still trapping in the game, I ain't never gone change till we all we all on. (Bridge- kapulet, Jm, spenny) I see the youngins in the street and I can't blame them. Still got brothers in the trap but I can't name them. Running up racks blowing them hats with hearts so painless. And I don't want them losing hope if I start failing. I bring my people on with the path I'm leaving I won't part ways cause to the other side I'm satan. I know the youngers see me and they see a hero rapping away But how they feel if I said I can't save them? (Chorus kapulet and Jm) This is how we living gotta maintain the trap game, Used to struggle now it's champagne & Balmain. This is how we living in the fast lane We catch planes on the regular we Slap K's for bros sake. We gotta, keep it moving my brother Just keep your head up. That's the reason why I decided to get my Bread up. Still trapping in the game, I ain't never gone change till we all we all on.
Writer(s): Willie Tafa, Solo Tohi, Jamie Muscat, Jerome Misa, Spencer Magalogo, Crew Paleso'o Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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