Track · Mar 21, 2026 · English

Trappin’ In Baton Rouge

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2:21

Language

English

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Red dirt on my Nikes

Yellow tape where the kids used to play

Mama say pray ‘fore I leave

‘Cause she know half my dawgs in the grave

Route 10, blue lights in the rearview

Judge lookin’ at my skin like a preview

Twelve ask questions I ain’t never gon’ answer

I learned math from a scale, not a teacher

Section 8 stove heatin’ up ramen

But the plug got a play, so I’m joggin’

Backroad, backwood, hoodie in August

Whole block hot and the news keep talkin’

[Chorus]

We just trappin’ in Baton Rouge

Tryna duck that headline news

Every night somebody lose

But I can’t let ‘em write my tomb

I’m just trappin’ in Baton Rouge (yeah)

Tryna make it out this zoo

Bills due, rent past due

What you expect a youngin’ to do?

[Verse 2]

Grandma house smell like bleach and Black&Milds

Bible on the table but the steel close by

Shotgun sound, everybody hit the ground

Then we right back up, that’s a regular night

High school hallway full of RIP shirts

Candles on the curb, mama holdin’ in hurt

Preacher say “change,” but the lights might cut

So I slip one pack in my left jean cuff

Wrong side of the levee get heavy

Lil bro out here tote big weapons

Ain’t proud of the path but it’s all that we had

Either clock in or clock in the bag

[Chorus]

We just trappin’ in Baton Rouge

Tryna duck that headline news

Every night somebody lose

But I can’t let ‘em write my tomb

I’m just trappin’ in Baton Rouge (woah)

Tryna make it out this zoo

Bills due, rent past due

What you expect a youngin’ to do?

[Bridge]

Front porch talk, “who got hit?”

Another name on a block we miss

If this life just pickin’ who quit

I’ma grip this dream, not slip

‘Cause I seen chains on my cousin wrists

Seen white sheets, seen body lists

If the world don’t care ‘bout kids like this

Then the block my job ‘til I flip that script

[Chorus]

We just trappin’ in Baton Rouge

Tryna duck that headline news

Every night somebody lose

But I can’t let ‘em write my tomb

I’m just trappin’ in Baton Rouge (yeah)

Tryna make it out this zoo

If they won’t give us nothin’ new

We gon’ grind ‘til we break on through

Style

rapgritty southern trap beat with darkswampy synth pads and sliding bass; male vocals spitting rawclose-mic verses. hook widens with stacked chants and pitched-down ad-libssnare rolls and hi-hat triplets driving the urgency. second half brings in eerie bell melody and subtle choir stabsenergy rising into a defiantstreet-anthem climax.

Prompt

I want a song about Baton Rouge and the murder rate and how we trappin to survive, rap

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GeneratedMar 21, 2026

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