Real Trap

Tay Keith, fuck these **** up

Yeah, huh, what?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm from the real trap, **** (Yeah)

, Hit the store with the smoke (Smoke)

Pocket full of money (Yeah), still hustle like I'm broke (Broke)

I'm from the real trap, **** (Ayy)

, Always put the hustle first (First)

Even Sunday mornin' (Nah), hustle when I leave the church (Let's go)

I'm from the real trap, **** (Yeah)

, I ain't trippin' 'bout a ho (Yeah)

Damn right, I got some money (Yeah)

Fuckin' right, I want some more (More)

I'm from the real trap, **** (Yeah)

, And I'm always on my grind (Yeah)

Can't be thinkin' 'bout them haters (Yeah

Yeah), I got money on my mind (Let's go, yeah)

Hit the 'frigerator and I grab the baking soda (Yeah)

Neighbors right there, hope that they don't smell the odor (Woo)

**** baller blockin' (Baller blockin')

, And I'm watchin' for the rollers (Damn)

Pocket full of stones (Nah), Ziploc full of boulders (Yeah)

Yayo money, smell it through my jeans, bitches (Bitches)

I don't even sleep, but a **** dream riches (Yeah)

**** actin' like hoes, then that chopper blowin' kisses (Mwah)

Get 'em in, unwrap 'em, every day is like Christmas (Ayy)

'Nother day, 'nother dollar, and another homicide ('Cide)

'Nother day at the office and another mama cryin' (Yeah)

Sirens, yellow tape, and that white chalk (Chalk)

Anything you want, you gotta get it, where I'm from (Yeah)

I'm from the real trap, ****, keep the .40 full of smoke (Smoke)

Put that on my mama, I ain't never goin' broke

I'm from the real trap, ****, always put that paper first (First)

Can't take it with you, I'ma leave you in a hearse

I'm from the real trap, ****, all I know is move the flake (Flake)

Pocket full of money, Crown Royal full of weight (Weight)

I'm from the real trap, ****, why you playin' on my line?

Why you call me 'bout a half when you know you want a nine? (A nine)

They just wanna see me fail (Fail), I'm dependin' on my scale (Woo)

Just got me a new job, that's why I'm posted at the Shell (Ayy)

Majored in marketin', I'm tryna build my clientele (Damn)

Plastic bag and triple beams, on fire, kerosene (Ayy)

Swear them twenties and them fifties

Bustin' out the seams, **** (****)

Pockets so heavy, shit'll make you lean, **** (Woo)

Wipe the kitchen, Clorox, like I'm Mr. Clean, **** (****)

Game strong, I could sell a bitch a dream, **** (Woo)

The block that I'm from, all the doors got bars on 'em (Bars on 'em)

Drive-by, even stop sign got scars on it (Yeah)

Sirens, yellow tape, and that white chalk (Chalk)

Anything you want, you gotta get it, where I'm from (Yeah)

I'm from the real trap, ****, where

They known to hit them licks (Licks)

Heard they caught you slippin', they supposed to take your shit

I'm from the real trap, ****, they just ain't said to the feds (Feds)

Word on the street, his baby mama spit his bread

I'm from the real trap, ****, they hit lil' one in the head (Head)

Ain't call the paramedics 'cause they knew that he was dead

I'm from the real trap, ****, it's a job to stay alive (Alive)

It's cold in them streets, you keep that heater when you drive

I'm from the real trap, ****