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[Intro]
Yeah
Trap story
(FOEVERROLLING)

[Verse 1]
Trappin' out my mama house, I had to pay the bills
Coming home and the lights off, you don't know how that feel
No food up in the freezer, some ramen noodle was the meal
I had to get it how I live, so it is what it is
No man up in the crib, ayy, I'm the man of the house
Couldn't let my family starve, so l had to figure it out
Hundred dollar, gotta ounce
From the time that me and Trill, we had hit the streets
I swear to God, we gave them bitches hell
Pourin' eight for the five, I was shortenin' niggas' grams
One seventy-five, makе that off of twenty-eight grams
Trap goin' ham, down to two zip like еveryday
Seen my first 1K, I knew that I could make a way
Took the plug the whole rack, I said, "What I could get for this?" Should o seen a nigga face when he had gave me a whole brick
Sixteen zips, I'm talkin' four, forty-eight grams
Bust it down in point eights, but my travel goin' ham, damn

[Bridge]
Nigga, I remember my first pound, nigga, it was '09
I was fifteen
Man, we was goin' through it, my mama gambling
Daddy wasn't around
My sister had just got the kid took by DHS
Man, so at fifteen, l had to make somethin' shake
Man, I had to be a man, no more little boy shit
You either struggle or hussle and go get it
Nigga, I went and got it (Got it)