AcitoMusic - Soul Of The Trap

Certified stepper, I be draggin' in this bitch
I ain't used to shit, I started stackin' every flip
Niggas actin' like they gon' shoot somethin' where your glick
You ain't never have to break a 8-ball down to bits
I done had to sacrifice shit so I can rap
Put time, in, I felt like Jeezy in the trap
I was in the kitchen, bowl after bowl, you sellin' plat
While you play with switches, I was tryin' to teach you how to stack
Niggas always wanna beef, because them niggas broke
I was still feelin' like I'm Mitch when I was low
But I'm really Ace, I had to pick up work and give and go
When I had a trap, I really had to meet him by the sto
I be prayin' to Allah, I told him they can't kill me
Every time I wrote a rap, I made them niggas feel me
Every time I had a Johnny, drove it like a Bentley
Takin' real risk so I can flood my whole city
448, we really took over the bitty
I don't give a fuck about that bitch, ain't showin' pity
Every hoe that dubbed me, I know they feelin' shitty
Every nigga owe me money, know it's gon' get gritty
Knew I was the GOAT when I was serving, eighths, for 60
(Nigga, I was a lil' nigga then)
Knew I was the GOAT when I was serving, eighths, for 60
Nigga, I was just shorty
I don't got shit for niggas, I can see em mad
Different Dior kicks, I just spent a lil' tab
Every time my dawg call home, I just send the cash
I don't think about that lil' shit, I do it fast
Cash app, PayPal or Zelle me
If you need a bowl, I'm probably goin' mail'em
Yeah, I got some lows and you don't gotta scale 'em
And they know I'm bold, I'm switchin' up my celly
I can't wait until my dawg finally get out
I'm puttin' 20 on your head and I'ma head out
I'm still thinkin' bout that gritty shit you did now
And I ain't gonna be satisfied till you dead now
How you screamin' that you real but showin' that you fake
I done showed love to niggas knowin' that they fake
Every time I get a Glock, I'm buyin' me a safe
These niggas broke as fuck, I can see it in they face
I'm the one that gave you niggas hope and gave you niggas plugs
Showed you lil' niggas how to hustle, get it out the mud
And when you finally got a lil' change, you showed me what it was
Niggas ain't the same, I even tried to show your homies love
I remember I was broke and I was stressed out
Couldn't pay the rent and everybody left out
I was servin' grams and thought it was the best route
Certified trapper, I can bring the fett out
Yeah, stamp

Written by:
Mark Lee

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