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trapland pat - inside looking out lyrics

[intro]
(a guy by the name of pepperjack zoe)

[verse]
yeah, i’m locked in, i went reverse for my old flow
and i ain’t trippin’ ’bout that bih ’cause that my old hoe
put that lil’ b+tch in position and she got mission
true religion in the kitchen while the pots whippin’
i seen the cross in my direction had to switch the route
i peak the people’s off my ass and tryna chase the clout
say he gotta think about it so i know it’s done
i know the ups and all the down’s i know the ins and outs
marchin’ with the band, it’s only drugs attached
triple crosses on the window, proud he make it back
say i’m petty ’bout my brother, b+tch, we tic for tac
i rather get to spend the rented, but i’ll take the splat
been gamblin’ with the dice, but never shot a cr+p
mix the gucci and the louis, i ain’t gotta match
when you the yungin with the motion all you do is catch
how you made it through the door? i had to glitch the latch
my dawg least for a quarter and he threw me five
when you livin’ like the truth you start to peak the lies
put a potato on the barrel, i ain’t makin’ fries
she had finally gave it up after a hunnid tries
[?]
you can never call me flat, you seen the racks was there
and first i really was concern and i’on even cap
these n+ggas livin’ so foul, that ain’t even fair
block buster hit yo’ block, we pokin’ holes through it
i threw my life all on a beat, i wrote my soul through it
chain gang n+ggas actin’ like they gang+gang
most my n+ggas behind a wall, told ’em ”maintain”
[?] i got they [?]
he gon’ whip it with the right even tho’ he lefty
had to leave her in the past, she was actin’ messy
too much traffic in my lane, she gon’ tryna erect me
see, i’m loyal ’til i peak that you ain’t matchin’ me
so i switched back to the trap, that’s the ratchet me
breakin’ down slimes, they tryna tell me i should switch it up
trap ain’t got no motion since i left, i’m tryna pick it up
seeing n+ggas ’round me that i was hurtin’ with
anything goes when it’s smoke, we close curtains, sh+t
anything goes when it’s dope, we go to work a shift
now he got off with the sauce, i went to lurkin’ quit
and we jump on any block, we let off plenty shots
i done sold plenty rods, ain’t never punch a clock
wish i would have punch a clock, now i’m talkin’ stop
really tryna feed the block so we totin’ mops
n+gga tryna tempt me, i’ma spin till that clip+clip empty
don’t like it rough, she like it when i f+ck her gently
she be [?]
that n+gga flaggin’, had him runnin’ like he ricky
b+tches choosin’ over here, these b+tches tricky
i had a thot, she f+cked the gang, i call her trixie
leave my name out the mess, ’cause you can’t miss me

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