game trap picGame “Born in the Trap” – The Lyrics And Mp3 Download Link

[Verse 1]
I was born in the crosshairs without a pot to piss in
Where niggas get smoked over their Jordans and their Pippens
Welcome to California, nah, it ain’t cold as New York
But life is a bitch out here: word to Too Short
Wack as a shooter so we called him Tony Kukoc
Game trap odwonder.comGang banging had us addicted like it was Newports
Whoever thought that it would spread like petroleum
Now BP connect got us praying to them holy men
Just had a daughter, almost named her Katrina
If I raise her right, then maybe she can take over FEMA
Spike Lee in New Orleans shooting documentaries
And Game still in Cali eating off The Documentary
Take em to the symmetry I mean the cemetery
Where everybody boxed in: Refrigerator Perry

[Hook]
And every little fuck up, they blame it on Barack
Cause he’s just like T.I.: Born in the Trap
And every little fuck up, they blame it on Barack
Cause he’s just like Gucci: Born in the Trap
And every little fuck up, they blame it on Barack
Cause he’s just like Jeezy Born in the Trap
And every little fuck up, my gun she go crack
Cause I’m just like Outkast, born in the Trap

[Verse 2]
So what’s going on with you faggots?
And what you gonna do when your swagger no longer matters?
And your bitch ain’t the baddest cause she in her mid-40s
And your Phantom played out so you hating on the shorties
Cause they running around like they was your age, when you was your age
Fucking bitches raw cause now the world ain’t got no AIDS
Yeah, 2050 on these niggas
Golddiggers sucked you dry left hickeys on you niggas
I used to run around like you, run the town like you
Walk my red nose and clown like you
But it got old like Betty White
This rap shit real deep like Barry White
Reminiscing on the days I used to carry white
Walking though them Crip hoods in the Cherry Nikes
Now I live a married life, walking in the house, to them home-cooked meals
Joint American Express accounts and less dollar bills

[Hook]
Niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stack
Just like Goodie Mob, I was born in the Trap
Niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stack
But just like Luda, I was born in the Trap
Leechers still got their hands out, begging for a stack
But like Soulja Boy, I was born in the Trap
Broke ass niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stack
Take em to Shawty Lo, nigga, learn how to Trap

[Verse 3]
Shit deeper than The Roots band
15′s drumming, questlove in the coupe fam
Riding through Pittsburgh, Wiz got the Steelers
Born by the jungle so I came with gorillas
Since niggas dropping more dimes than we fucking
We out the hood, tryna get money like
Splitting backwoods just to get our weed stuffed in
The crack we cooking, we don’t need ovens
We need something to put in the mouth of our kids
Instead of copping chains, lets fly to Chile and dig
Go to Haiti and feed, to the Bahamas and breathe
On the way back, scoop my nigga Shyne from Belize, you know
Sometimes I feel like this rap shit is heaven sent
Then I get a high, feel like it’s irrelevant
So I’m about to pop the trunk like an elephant
And campaign with Wyclef while he run for president
I’m sbout to pop the trunk like an elephant
And campaign with Wyclef while he run for president
Told you I was gonna kill this shit, Premo

ArtisteGame | AlbumThe R.E.D. Album | Track18. Born in the Trap | ProducersDJ Premier | Mp3 Download linkDownload Song


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