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TrAP star Trap star plus AP star Trappers Rapping About Poverty Teens Raised around poverty Troubled Rebels Attempting Progress Troubled Babies Destroy Troubled By Damage Trauma Brings Destruction Trauma. Watch your step cause it's snakes round Watch your step for them rats Watch your back cause the jakes round Don't get caught, never lack I was a young nigga, fourteen, tryna chase a check Trench baby, hot headed, die about my respect Never lacking, none to lose, bitch I was a threat Goin' berserk, put in work to pay my momma's debt It was sixteen people in and out the crib every day I was hungry, tryna put a fucking meal on my plate I was bummy, tryna get the f*ck up off of section eight My folks deserve way better Finna put my mom in an estate Moved off 39th, now I'm on 92nd New block, so I know I probably need a weapon Get rich or die trying, nigga that was my perception Let a nigga try it, I'ma teach his ass a lesson Jumped off the porch on demon time I'm tryna put in pain Stomach rumbling Boy it's about time I get fucking paid I was hurting Knew my folks won't look at me the same But nigga f*ck it, it was for them I'm tryna make a change Grab a zip, make it flip, watch the money stack Watch for cops, watch for opps, boy don't never lack Ten toes, never fold, what the f*ck is that Trust no one, no one's loyal, watch your fucking back I was a young nigga, fifteen, tryna chase a check Trench baby, hot headed, die about my respect Put down the glock, picked up the mic I was a fucking threat Going berserk, put in work to pay my momma's debt Now money's good, but what's the cost? Cause all my homies dying Parinoid wherever I walk Cause I could end up dying PTSD from all them nights that it was bullets flying Picked up the mic Laid down my pain inside some fucking rhymes I started rapping, they was laughing Said I'd never make it Boy you bugging, come back outside You know the streets is waiting We got the money, we got the cars Our chains ain't fucking plated It was tempting, I dipped and dabbed I ain't gonna lie or fake it I was in class, writing raps, I almost fucking failed Ducking alleys, hopping fences, bitch I can't go to jail The shit we did and ain't get caught, I swear I'll never tell But even your brothers can be snakes while you still think they real I've been backstabbed by my best friends I would've swore they real Day ones, I broke bread with them Who would've thought in hell We slept in cars, we could've been stars But oh fucking well Real nigga, I ain't never switch, in it by myself I'm a young nigga, 20, tryna chase a check Trench baby, hot headed, die about my respect I was a trap star, now I'm a AP star A fucking threat, going berserk Put in work to pay my momma's debts Watch your step cause the snakes round Watch your step for them rats Watch your back cause the jakes round Don't get caught, never lack