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Trap Talk. - Greatman Freestyle Lyrics



Trap Talk. - Greatman Freestyle Lyrics
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Every two weeks I gotta go see this nigga it give me a headache
I f*cked up and caught me a dope case, now I gotta sit in this hoe face
You can't relate to my mind state, my brother died in his mom face
Shit got me traumatize I can't even lie and I know what the world weigh
They want me caught in a drug raid, I just be riding my own wave
Use to be thuggin in hallways, now I be trapping like always
Don't fit in the picture they portrayed, and all of my bitches go both ways
We trap in the trenches wit code names, tryna rap but im trapped in the dope game
If im getting cash with a nigga then you can't be mad if im Coppin the whole thang
I feel the hate in yo vibe and I seen in yo eyes so i stayed in my own lane
Taking all options considered , wasn't there for a nigga when I aint have no change
Many im tripping I had to make a decision cause that shit be so strange
I live the life of a dopeman I still be cooking with both hands
Me and my nigga butta having conversations relating. are trap fares
He told me never be unaware these niggas envy me I got that sig on me
And if I hit him with this bitch get him a coffin or wheelchair
It can go down at any minute jus smoething you feel in the night air
Mike put his life on the line for gang and you weak ass niggas couldn't hold water
Thirty years no tears free my dawg
I whip a four wit a egg beater and when it jump back im like awe yea
You know im thugging by my demeanor i shine on a bitch like a bald head
I flex wit the money like barbell's need me a plug from the cartel
I mix the naw wit the Manny and dawg and theni went n bought some new hardware
That shit they be selling is garbage tell you its raw but its remixed
Play wit my money if you wanna then im going rite back to robbing
Had a play for a spank it was still wet, ima give him a day on the call back
Im whipping and bringing the hard back got them picking the crumbs out the carpet
Niggas know the rules to this shit
Any form of treason you deserve to die bout it
At least thats how its posed to be
This for all my dawgs that done fell victim to a f*ck nigga
Free the real
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Every two weeks I gotta go see this nigga it give me a headache
I f*cked up and caught me a dope case, now I gotta sit in this hoe face
You can't relate to my mind state, my brother died in his mom face
Shit got me traumatize I can't even lie and I know what the world weigh
They want me caught in a drug raid, I just be riding my own wave
Use to be thuggin in hallways, now I be trapping like always
Don't fit in the picture they portrayed, and all of my bitches go both ways
We trap in the trenches wit code names, tryna rap but im trapped in the dope game
If im getting cash with a nigga then you can't be mad if im Coppin the whole thang
I feel the hate in yo vibe and I seen in yo eyes so i stayed in my own lane
Taking all options considered , wasn't there for a nigga when I aint have no change
Many im tripping I had to make a decision cause that shit be so strange
I live the life of a dopeman I still be cooking with both hands
Me and my nigga butta having conversations relating. are trap fares
He told me never be unaware these niggas envy me I got that sig on me
And if I hit him with this bitch get him a coffin or wheelchair
It can go down at any minute jus smoething you feel in the night air
Mike put his life on the line for gang and you weak ass niggas couldn't hold water
Thirty years no tears free my dawg
I whip a four wit a egg beater and when it jump back im like awe yea
You know im thugging by my demeanor i shine on a bitch like a bald head
I flex wit the money like barbell's need me a plug from the cartel
I mix the naw wit the Manny and dawg and theni went n bought some new hardware
That shit they be selling is garbage tell you its raw but its remixed
Play wit my money if you wanna then im going rite back to robbing
Had a play for a spank it was still wet, ima give him a day on the call back
Im whipping and bringing the hard back got them picking the crumbs out the carpet
Niggas know the rules to this shit
Any form of treason you deserve to die bout it
At least thats how its posed to be
This for all my dawgs that done fell victim to a f*ck nigga
Free the real
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Writer: Brandon Thomas
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Language: English
Length: 2:30
Written by: Brandon Thomas

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