Trap moves

Yeah…
Late nights, fast life, no sleep…
You already know what it is…
Posted on the corner where the streetlights flicker,
Cold nights, heart colder, gotta move quicker,
Phone keep jumpin’, got the fiends on call,
Every dollar that I touch, man, I need it all.
Young boy dreams turned into survival,
Now I’m dodgin’ every snake, every fake, every rival,
Countin’ up bands in a trap house kitchen,
While my past still lurkin’, yeah it never stop trippin’.
Mama said slow down, I’m livin’ too fast,
But the rent due now, can’t live in the past,
Got the weight on my back, plus the weight in the stash,
Every risk that I take got a price and a tag.
Trap life, midnight moves, I don’t ever sleep,
Money stack tall but the pain run deep,
Women come around when the diamonds gleam,
But it’s hard to tell love from a hustler’s dream.
Trap life, fast cash, gotta stay low-key,
Enemies watchin’, tryna take from me,
Livin’ in the moment, yeah I had to choose,
It’s a cold game playin’, ain’t no way to lose.
Whip tinted black, ridin’ through the city slow,
Got a bad one beside me, she just love the glow,
Gold on my neck, got my wrist on freeze,
But I still hear sirens every time I breathe.
Back when I was broke, they ain’t know my name,
Now they all around when I’m in the game,
Funny how it change when the money stack up,
Same ones switched sides when I fell, act tough.
Late night deals in the back of the lot,
One wrong move and it all get hot,
Gotta watch who you trust, even blood might fold,
Seen loyalty fade over paper and gold.
Trap life, midnight moves, I don’t ever sleep,
Money stack tall but the pain run deep,
Women come around when the diamonds gleam,
But it’s hard to tell love from a hustler’s dream.
Trap life, fast cash, gotta stay low-key,
Enemies watchin’, tryna take from me,
Livin’ in the moment, yeah I had to choose,
It’s a cold game playin’, ain’t no way to lose.
Shorty say she love me, but she love the lifestyle,
Private flights, penthouse, runnin’ wild,
Champagne spillin’ while the bass line knock,
But I still keep a Glock ‘cause the hate don’t stop.
I done seen it all, from the lows to the highs,
From the tears in my mama eyes to designer ties,
Every win came with a risk and a scar,
Now I’m starin’ at the city from a foreign car.
They don’t see the nights I was starvin’ alone,
Or the times I ain’t even have a place called home,
Now it’s money on the table, and it keep on growin’,
But the peace I want? Man, I still ain’t know it.
Yeah…
All this money, all this fame…
Still runnin’ from the pain…
Still caught up in the game…
I been grindin’ nonstop, can’t fold, won’t break,
Every move calculated, every step got stakes,
From the block to the top, yeah I made my lane,
But the deeper I go, feel the weight of the chain.
Fake smiles, fake love when the lights come on,
But when it’s dark, I can see who gone,
Only real ones stayed when the storm hit hard Now we toast to the wins, yeah we earned these scars.
Trap life, You either win… or you learn…

rap, trap, male