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big h - trap life lyrics

[hook:]
when they don’t have
feel sorry for these n-gg-rs, it is so sad
swear i’m a go mad, n-gg-rs try and run off with the money bag
take when they don’t have, feel sorry for these n-gg-rs, it is so sad
swear i’m a go mad, i’m a have to run up on your comrade

[verse 1:]
i can’t even think straight, that’s why it take me ten years to make a mixtape
and i can’t even see clear
my cousins in the bing, wish he could be here
trap life, crack pipe
cats like, “h, do you have white?”
back to the streets where i sold mine
the phone rings, my four line
it’s all f-cked up that ain’t right
i could go back to jail if i have a fight
get recalled, they say h behave
just trying to help show cats they could save
but i don’t have beef, nah, any funny business i’ma let the mac speak
what you saying when a n-gg-rs dead?
it’s not a game, i ain’t playing with the infrared

[verse 2:]
sh-ll shocks on my earrings, speak to myself cah i hear things
and i don’t even sleep well, every time i close my eyes it’s like i see h-ll
flashbacks, trash traps, people try to k!ll me had to stab cats
i could lose an arm, i could lose a leg, they could catch me slipping and just shoot me dead
its all f-cked up, what’s next?
can’t even try, they doing stop checks
plain clothes, stay off the main roads
dusty old scales when i weigh o’s
but i don’t even get shift, nah
any funny business i’ma let the tech spit
what you saying when them n-gg-rs dead
it’s not game when i aim with the infrared

[verse 3:]
up north did my bird, left court
two years, time served
i don’t buy herb, make my own cheese
run up on me? oh please
on the streets paid my dues
robbed n-gg-rs like, “these are my shoes”
i don’t buy food, they say i’m rude
strap to your face, hi dude
i have eighty shots, i’m talking eighty shots
my cats ate the rocks, scarface take a box
have your mums tied up, can’t move
start belling off your line for that hard food
for that hard food, its hoolihoo
f-ck dealin’ cause its k!lling what i really do
what i really do is stuff ’em in the wheelie bin
sas, black ops late in the evening

- big h lyrics

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