I was in the trap
I was in a trap
Trapped in, locked in
Baggy between my sock and my skin
Got the Lynx to do the maskin'
Mask the scent
Young master sent the boy out past the bend
Police presence stress the boy out
Press enter on the Nokia
Short stop shot dropping here
Knocking here, knotted hair
Bags under eyes, baggies on the mind
Herbs on the grind
Back on the road
Head back to mine
Skin up, bill up
Smoke done fill up my lungs
And that's it I'm done