[Intro: JM14]
I find it funny, on your way out the hood, they say, "Don't forget me when you start winning"
How you expect me to make sure you're straight if you were never there to help us get it?
[Chorus: Kapulet & JM14]
This is how we livin', gotta maintain the trap game
Used to struggle, now it's champagne and Balmain
This is how we livin' in the fast lane, we catch planes
On the regular, we slap K's, for bros' sake, we gotta
Keep it movin', my brother, just keep your head up
That's the reason why I decided to get my brеad up
Still trappin' in the game, I ain't nevеr gon' change
'Til we all, we all on
[Verse 1: JM14]
I remember, I remember cruisin' 'round, tryna do them foul
But now I got my young G's 'round, tryna do me proud
When you see gang, best re-route it
'Cause the other side getting laid down for two, three thousand
Yeah, I'm still getting rowdy like that
Pull up like, "Howdy" and slap
Turn up like Rowdy and Bobby, scream to the crowd like, "I'm back"
Somethin' like a party in Mounty, they want 'em girls and a WAP
Somethin' like the old Cardi, them girls used to be in the trap
So let me take you back a bit, yeah, I used to trap a bit
I would chase the loudest pack, nonetheless that 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 bitch
Would I slap a bitch now? Maybe I would, who knows?
I'm from where they'd rather trap than slave away in fluoros
Where the youngins would skip the Bible and rather do road
Where we slide young to our rivals, you can't choose both, gang
I find it funny, on your way out the hood, they say, "Don't forget me when you start winning"
How you expect me to make sure you're straight if you were never there to help us get it?
[Chorus: Kapulet & JM14]
This is how we livin', gotta maintain the trap game
Used to struggle, now it's champagne and Balmain
This is how we livin' in the fast lane, we catch planes
On the regular, we slap K's, for bros' sake, we gotta
Keep it movin', my brother, just keep your head up
That's the reason why I decided to get my brеad up
Still trappin' in the game, I ain't nevеr gon' change
'Til we all, we all on
[Verse 1: JM14]
I remember, I remember cruisin' 'round, tryna do them foul
But now I got my young G's 'round, tryna do me proud
When you see gang, best re-route it
'Cause the other side getting laid down for two, three thousand
Yeah, I'm still getting rowdy like that
Pull up like, "Howdy" and slap
Turn up like Rowdy and Bobby, scream to the crowd like, "I'm back"
Somethin' like a party in Mounty, they want 'em girls and a WAP
Somethin' like the old Cardi, them girls used to be in the trap
So let me take you back a bit, yeah, I used to trap a bit
I would chase the loudest pack, nonetheless that 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 bitch
Would I slap a bitch now? Maybe I would, who knows?
I'm from where they'd rather trap than slave away in fluoros
Where the youngins would skip the Bible and rather do road
Where we slide young to our rivals, you can't choose both, gang
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