TwAn J - My Trap

Yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea yea
Yea yea, yea
Yea yea, yea
This shit is just like my trap
I gotta think I'm the shit
This shit is just like my trap
I gotta know this it
I gotta know I'm the shit
Stood on the block with a track
You would've thought I had packs
You would've thought I had sacks
Kinda, but CDs was all in my bag
Me and my brothers was up in the mall
Freaks was on me cuz they said I was tall
I gave them me and a number to call
Winter to fall
I cannot stall
I'ma be pushing this music to yawl
I am tha pusher that don't draw a foul
Pass interference or nothing at all
Nothing but realness come out of my jaw
Remember I had me a problem with law
They couldn't see all tha shit that I saw
Can't fuck with sushi but serving it raw
Locking it down with the D like the Claw
This shit is just like my trap
Write and I rap
Rap and I write and I spit
I gotta think this is it
I gotta think I'm the shit
Ungh, Yea
This shit is just like my trap
Write and I rap
Rap and I write and I spit
I gotta know this is it
I gotta know I'm the shit
I, got a ounce, of some ginass
Broke, it all down, to some nick bags
I, made my profit, back finast
Cuz I sold nickles for dimes
And a dime for a dub
And finessed on some folks in the club
Sold him a gram and a half
But he paid for the two
I seen him scoping it too
Knew he was without a scale
And a real nigga crew
I was on stage in a few
Thinking like fuck if he catch it
The fuck he gon do
How he gon do what to who
Packaged the silver side up
And the bottom was blue
Praying my clientele grew
Whoa
Turning a freak to fiend
Turning a fiend to a geek
Turning a geek to a J
They don't hit skip after play
First song a hit then another one
Go through the veins and it hit the brain
Closing your eyes and don't feel the pain
Crazy how I got you feeling sane
Funny how you took a couple puffs
Swore you a smoker but had enough
Saying my product is fuckin tough
Others is soft and they full of fluff
Dosages small but effective
Changing the world, the objective
I made my product protective
I made my service selective
This shit is just like my trap
Write and I rap
Rap and I write and I spit
I gotta think this is it
I gotta think I'm the shit
Ungh, Yea
This shit is just like my trap
Write and I rap
Rap and I write and I spit
I gotta know this is it
I gotta know I'm the shit
Just like my trap
I'm on the block with a pack
You would've thought I had sacks
Kinda but CDs was all in my bag
Kinda but CDs was all in my bag
I was on the block with a pack
You would've thought I had sacks
Kinda but them CDs in my bag
Kinda but CDs in my bag

Written by:
Antwan Jennings

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