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lirik lagu back to the trap – fiction

yup, yup, yup, yup
yup, yup, yup, yup
you know what it is, b-tch!
it’s fiction, baby

[verse 1]

at fourteen i had my first job, self employed
actually i just did it at first to help my boy
but i was lured and attracted by a selfish noise
that convinced me to find a way to fill my shelf with toys

so one day my boy said he’s dropping the game
hitting the exit ramp so i hopped in his lane
opportunity knocked so i opened the door
i was hoping the wh0r- was holding the potion for poor

so i started with a ten, hustled to an eighth
to a quad, to a half, to a zone, moving weight
a kid with paper now, four bills in my tin case
plus seven grams in the can b-tch i been straight

alexander and gatsby, so don’t ask me
nothing, pumpkin, only concerned with where the cash be
cause this sh-t is new to me and this sh-t treats me beautifully
little did i know this sh-t would make a f-cking fool of me, but

[chorus]

it’s back to the trap we go
never relax for the tax free dough
gotta get my cheddar up so i can see the better stuff
a hustler’s gotta hustle cause i’m past being broke
i’m past being broke
hustler’s gotta hustle cause i’m past being broke
said i’m past being broke
hustler’s gotta hustle, hustler’s gotta hustle

[verse 2]

that money always looked so nice
now i understand why he took your life
don’t get me wrong i ain’t cook no white
but i sold enough gr-ss to get booked tonight

but the risk is worth it man, feels like the perfect plan
for survival but rivals always lurking, man
whoop whoop, on the corner is the blue crew
these government hookers getting paid to screw you

so it’s f-ck all you hoes like biggie said
i’m moving purp to make green so i can paint the city red
that’s why i ain’t got no time for hillbilly zeds
dt’s, patrols, man f-ck all of you silly feds

i can’t f-ck with you pigs, i feel islamic
cause y’all treat me demonic, and i’m just flipping chronic
but i got bills to pay and a mouth to feed
broke and hungry, two things i ain’t bout to be!

[chorus]

so, it’s back to the trap we go
never relax for the tax free dough
gotta get my cheddar up so i can see the better stuff
a hustler’s gotta hustle cause i’m past being broke
i’m past being broke
hustler’s gotta hustle cause i’m past being broke
said i’m past being broke
hustler’s gotta hustle, hustler’s gotta hustle

[bridge]

so it’s back to the trap we go, we go
gotta wrap up these o’s, wrap wrap, these o’s
back to the trap we go, back back, we go
gotta wrap up these o’s, wrap wrap, these o’s

[verse 3]

working fast food got me going cashews
so don’t be shocked if it seems that i’m p-ssed at you
cause while i’m making slave wages serving quarter pounders
i should be in the trap house serving quarter pounders

you say it’s wrong i’m just trying to provide for my plate
so at the end of the day i stay dividing my weight
you wanna judge me? i’ll take pride in my hate
’cause i was never handed sh-t so now i’m finding my way

my mom ain’t got a home so when i get on my ton-
y montana, on my grandma, that’s where all my money going
i just sold a zone now i need to a cop another
life of a don, she’s a b-tch, but i love her

look at me, glamorizing survival
knowing i only do what i do, because i’m liable
taking matters in my own hands to stay alive
’cause i can’t survive on $8.25!

[chorus]

it’s back to the trap we go
never relax for the tax free dough
gotta get my cheddar up so i can see the better stuff
a hustler’s gotta hustle cause i’m past being broke

- fiction

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