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trapstar toxic - hmp freestyle lyrics

[verse 1]
i had to brush my t++th and wash my plate in the same sink
never had a key to my door, you been on basic?
shipped outta london, i’m surrounded by some racists
never over+friendly, i don’t know who be a rapist
that’s hmp, is your glass half full or is it half empty?
cah thirty months was enough and some forgot ’bout me
times i never got a call
i’m on the wing where they’re robbing peter to pay paul
see the jailhouse never been lovely
if you ain’t got your freedom, brudda tell me, how the h+ll are you comfy?
check it, i hit the trap, i hit the spot and that ain’t help
trappers using cups and putting bowls on my scales
big weight, coulda copped me a beema
i’m in love with the grind, have a daughter, i’ma call her tanita
two+fifty, i’m weighing a nina
it’s money or it’s pain anytime they hear me on their speaker

[interlude]
f+cking h+ll blud, i remember being up in jail
all the mandem on a sunday visit, going to go buck their girls and sh+t
all my n+ggas stepped out drippy b, going to go check their missus
my n+gga come through, his girl never even come check him blud
man’s giving him crisps and drinks like he’s f+cking poor
man got back to the wing, phoned his girl
she never even answered the phone
[verse 2]
i ain’t doing fraud boy, get it correct
the only thing that’s 419 be the price of these creps
duffle bag for the re+up, fill it up with baguettes
ten bricks in a day, that’s a personal best
you know the streets took a hold of me, jail was a home for me
shipped me out to brixton, seen my brudda coldingley
rapping and i’m trapping man, of course they’re gonna notice me
they play me on the wing, they got a thing for this poetry
tryna beat the odds for the years that i was locked
so i’m steady on that ladder, i’ma make it to the top
big socket, i got four different plugs
scr+pe the bowl cah there’s weight in them crumbs
i ain’t there but my food’s up in cunch
tryna expend a grand, blow it up like a pump
put him on so might run, forrest gump
that’s a small l, i don’t give a f+ck like a nun

[interlude]
how the f+ck are man tryna f+ck up the pattern blud?
bells all going off on the wing, everybody’s gotta bang up
i ain’t even get to pattern up my stardog
or my ammi or my hash
i remember putting a f+cking broom out my window
telling av on the ones, i’m on the threes
“yo fish that sh+t in”
“send me my packs”
the bell rang, i didn’t get to re+up
[verse 3]
whipping up this yola, i’ma stir it like it’s porridge
give it twenty+one seconds, i’ma have it so solid
if it’s money, i chase it like shaun wallace
i was locked and then screws checked my nomis
prison greys, ain’t no pockets in these bottoms
and that cell that i just left was older than dot cotton
i found allah and then i found his last prophet
i just pray my sins forgotten when i reach my day of judgement
got bricks in a suitcase, different type of luggage
when the judge told me five, i had to hug it
cleaner on the wing, picture me with a mop and a bucket
h+rny for my girl and the streets, i told ’em both that i’m coming
big tox always had a clean heart
they caught me off guard, i gotta restart
man, i almost done a thousand nights
i came home and i’m still that guy
only the strongest survive

[interlude]
blud, i swear down it come like scrubs don’t even like me blud
i remember coming back there on like my third run
my n+gga buss me a marty, said “don’t even pay nuttin, hold that”
i’m there f+cking raging, i’m on the fours these times
i got spun like a week in, they found the mash
but my celly was some f+cking deportee, he’s getting deported
you know say he took that charge, easy
[verse 4]
these bruddas ain’t honest, lying like they’re living it large
probably why he’s back to fronting like he’s reading the quran
diamonds do it for me, i ain’t even gotta dance
chain gold, suttin like the bottle laying in my palm
my old chick didn’t understand me, i can’t be cuffed
i still got her in my ear, she’s a cotton bud
i love the streets, i love the plug
i came home, now we’re crisp like some monster munch
heard my old boos miss me ’cause we had great s+x
like a rollie, had to tell her “we can’t date just yet”
done my time, i ain’t snitch, i ain’t break no sweat
see the hate in the air, that ain’t a bird or a jet
last time i saw a brick, it was ‘018
and i ain’t been home a week, check what bro gave me
see a lifestyle like mine fam, it don’t come cheap
i heard them man are washed up, they’re some oap’s

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