Trapped

[Eminem]Big Proof, rest in peace dude and we love youWe just wanna keep makin you proudP-P-P-P-P-P-P[Proof] (Eminem)My life is trapped in these line's, that's why I'm packin these nine'sI gotta rap I ain't dyin', that's in the back of my mindGot a strap made of iron, can't relax on his grindBendin' over backwards for these slackers, 'til I'm snappin' my spineNatural high, gotta focus, on these bogus poachersLookin' over my shoulder, Proof get it poppin' like soda, hold up(We nothin' but soldier's!)Slow up(This gun is loaded!)Roll up(They beefin' we leavin' 'em coked up!)If Em say it, I spray it, if he will it, I kill itWe kill packs to get iller in Detroit, hope y'all can feel itReal as this gun on my waistline, and woah we don't waste time(Ja) mad he can't take a punch and 50 can take nineWe got school craft here at the 7, 8, and text herI'm up in Holly, spendin' dollas, ain't feelin' no pressureYes sir, your texture is bitch, betcha' you flinchWhen Proof shoot up they coupe, and waste your whole clique