Entrapreneur

Do you know what? The trap still running, it's never turning off Different product, same hustle mentality The only difference is You pay taxes on it and feds can't kick off your door We put the trap in entrapreneur We was flying up O with white, we was building lines, now it's clothing lines I sell tee's & my darg sell T's aswell, but his ain't got no design 180 for the tracksuit, go somewhere else if it's overpriced New generation don't know how to trap 'cah they all getting high off their own supply Trap house in the woods where the Bando's haunted, it's supernatural, poltergeist Witnessed things that I wish that I didn't, like crackheads overdose then die Bad B's curving the kid back then when I weren't so lit, I was broke them times Bitch, would you ride on the back of the bus? What about on the front of a stolen bike? Soho pitching coke to the gay men, I'll serve anyone, I got an open mind No complaints when it comes to the customer service, I pick up the phone polite See man fall in love with the white, Billie Eilish 'cah they got ocean eyes Set up a shop, then it's open 24 hours, we don't have a closing time We put the trap in entrapreneur All of the time that we spend in the field, woulda thought I got me a Ballon d'Or I'm stacking, not dropping a bag in Dior Went from a Toyota Yaris to Urus, I still got the same work rate as before (work rate as before) Two years that I ain't been home, 730 days on tour It was Nokia ringtones, picking up phones, no private calls, now it's microphones I think that I got bipolar disorder, the way that I'm going through highs and lows Insta' full up of IG models and back in the day, I would these Skype these hoes My girl try hack my iCloud, when I log in gotta hide my code Tryna get in through face recognition when I was asleep and my eyes were closed If she ain't got nothing to hide, might make her my wife, yeah, I might propose How many lies got told? Don't belive in the hype, it's false Bro died, he was still in his teens The chances are slim of me dying old I won't lie, it's me or them Slime shit, I'm a wipe his nose Unbanking packs and touching faeces, I was OT, you would find it gross Now it's five-star hotels, Michelin-star dining, I might rise a toast New generation will die for clout They'll do anything for a viral post We put the trap in entrapreneur All of the time that we spend in the field, woulda thought I got me a Ballon d'Or I'm stacking, not dropping a bag in Dior Went from a Toyota Yaris to Urus, I still got the same work rate as before (work rate as before) Two years that I ain't been home, 730 days on tour