Rat Trap

Back on the move Too many times they done fucked with my mood Through their eyes and their mouths saw deceit Through my tongue and my teeth meet defeat I'm on the move trynna get to the bread Laws on my drawers trynna f*ck with my head Ok, this again? Hands up in the air Cuff a muthafucka cause y'all really don't care Little boy didn't yo momma tell you not to tattle tell Seen or heard it take to the grave or else Be a real man and worry about yourself Be a real woman, worry bout your mail And if they really must hear it I ain't learned a damn thing from you pussy ass nikkas And if they really must know it You ain't bad, you just sad, you a gold digging bitch And if they really must hear it I ain't learned a damn thing from you pussy ass nikkas And if they really must know it You ain't shit, those are pics, you a gold diggin bitch Back on the move To many times they done fucked with my mood Through their eyes and their mouths saw deceit Through my tongue and my teeth meet defeat I seen the switch inside your eyes, the look of envy Would catch you in your moments, trust me there was plenty And he's this, and he's that, but didn't know me any And that's true, and them facts, but ain't worth a silver penny Ooo! Vato got so many Who? Think they call'em Philly You?! No you're not still ready A fool! With the auto semi And they love to say that I'm not worth a bit I just take it in and then I nourish it I'm just really trynna feed all my kids Can the laws just get off my dick Goddamn! And if they really must hear it I ain't learned a damn thing from you pussy ass nikkas And if they really must know it You ain't bad, you just sad, you a gold digging bitch And if they really must hear it I ain't learned a damn thing from you pussy ass nikkas And if they really must know it You ain't shit, those are pics, you a gold diggin bitch Back on the move Too many times they done fucked with my mood Through their eyes and their mouths saw deceit Through my tongue and my teeth meet defeat Talking all that mess gonna get you in a jam Worry bout your own ima worry bout my plans I don't need the stress Yes I'm feeling blessed Put it in my blunt and then I smoke it in the west Yea!