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skilla baby – trapped lyrics

[intro]
huh?
all the money in the world can’t replace my n+ggas, for real
huh?

[verse 1]
man, i’m like two million up (up) and that sh+t still ain’t enough
when i got to sleep, i think about them shootin’ up my truck (fah)
but i’m still out here doin’ me, i just don’t give a f+ck (huh?)
my lil’ cousins love me, i can’t let them see me givin’ up (uh+uh)
always got good grades in school, still played the fool (played the fool)
when them n+ggas made they move, you know me, i played it cool
n+ggas playin’ both sides, i don’t never make ’em choose (uh+uh)
all these trophies on my neck, they can nеver say i lose, huh?

[chorus]
dope fiеnds (fiends), coke, lean
lil’ n+ggas from the hood gettin’ smoked at fifteen (fah)
all they know is tote straps, they ain’t gettin’ no cheese (baow)
i’m rich as f+ck, n+ggas wanna lift me up, i still won’t leave
i’m strapped, i won’t leave the hood, i think i’m trapped (trapped)
them boys shot at us, we went got back, huh (back)
every time we spinned, somebody got tapped (tapped)
my lil’ n+gga thirteen and got hats (hats)

[interlude]
nah, for real (nah, for real)
this how this sh+t go
it get real treacherous
[verse 2]
huh? every time i leave the house, somebody tryna k!ll me (huh?)
old n+ggas from the hood tryna dr. phil me (yeah)
i’m on my tenth hood home, i’m ’bout to cop a buildin’ (huh?)
if you ain’t never been through sh+t, you not gon’ feel me (i don’t feel you)
i done sold drop, been shot and shot at (at)
i’ve been locked up, got got and got back (back)
i done stood in the kitchen, watched my brother lock crack (huh?)
i done stayed in the trap, watched the fiends cop tax (huh?)

[chorus]
dope fiends (fiends), coke, lean
lil’ n+ggas from the hood gettin’ smoked at fifteen (fah)
all they know is tote straps, they ain’t gettin’ no cheese (nah)
i’m rich as f+ck, n+ggas wanna lift me up, i still won’t leave
i’m strapped (strapped), i won’t leave the hood, i think i’m trapped (trapped)
them boys shot at us, we went got back, huh (back)
every time we spinned, somebody got tapped (fah)
my lil’ n+gga thirteen and got hats (huh?)

- skilla baby lyrics

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