TBS Rappin' - Rasta

I'm in the traphouse, with all my gangstas
Smoke like a rasta, smoke like a rasta
Soon I'm a rapstar look all the grind
Yea made for rhymes and made for hustle
I'm in the traphouse, with all my gangstas
Smoke like a rasta, smoke like a rasta
Soon I'm a rapstar look all the grind
Yea made for rhymes and made for hustle
You know that I'm bout to pop,
Yea bout to cop
When I got the bags
Yea I'm afraid of the cops
But danm I just do the job
In the city with my dogs
Everyday I'm getting out
Clients all day hit me up
When the cash calls yea I'm up
Smoke like a rasta hit on the ganja
You know I gotta, yea whole a lotta
Nigga I'm ready to fall
Put the all in for my mama
Sorry cause I'm just a runner
I'm just a man, lemme just grab a pen
Cause soon the SnP ends
TV show ESPN
I'm in the trap house
Soon I'm a rapstar look all the grind
I'm in the trap house
Soon I'm a rapstar look all the grind
Yea made for rhymes
And made for hustle
I'm in the traphouse, with all my gangstas
Smoke like a rasta, smoke like a rasta
Soon I'm a rapstar look all the grind
Yea made for rhymes and made for hustle
I'm in the traphouse, with all my gangstas
Smoke like a rasta, smoke like a rasta
Soon I'm a rapstar look all the grind
Yea made for rhymes and made for hustle

Written by:
André Truong Nhu Minh Truc

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