Nesby Phips - Trapologist lyrics

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Nesby Phips - Trapologist lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Roddy] I'm thinking what heaven like, since we trapped in hell My cousin [?] his kids like he trapped in jail That's a tough pill to swallow imagine how he feel He told me spit that real I told him hold his head playa My negative words, they keep a bad smell Them dead pres I stacked turned stale That's money I done saved up for years Just in case that karma come too quick I be still on my sh**, real sh** I got it in while them n***as was yawnin' Had a pocket full of stones 'til six in the mornin' It's like a full-time job not to k** your opponent I can direct you to who got it if you really want it Tossing turning cold sweat, that's if you're sleeping on me School of hard knocks man I earned my diploma And I graduated with honours man it ain't no lie And them b**hes think I'm dead wrong since I made it live And they told me to get a job, a suit and a tie But I'm like f** them [blood clots?] they ain't no friend of mine So it's jet life 'til my next time And its BFA 'til my deadline Young Rod and Phips smoke a mary time Smoke that loud as I drive bumping "Ready To Die" It took a while to get this zone, girl don't blow my high Can't forget them long nights, that studio life [Hook: Young Roddy] This sh** remind me of the trap life Same hours different grind, trap life Flashback and rewind, trap life Most n***as don't make it out of this trap life Exactly what it sound like, trap life Steady chasing a dollar, trap life Be damned if I get trapped in this trap life Most n***as don't make it out of this trap life [Verse 2: Nesby Phips] Most n***as are forever our toast Cause they couldn't be here to see me, the bubbly overflow Cause success is a drug, and I happened to overdose [?] my lady have her chauffeur to open doors By some old white cat in a top hat Son of Miss Daisy whom my uncle drove a while back Man ain't that funny how the tables turned? These independents making millions while these labels burn Got me owning my own masters, not too shabby for slaves My old head said to get paid, young blood get paid I ain't never been no one to stray away from the real That's why I'll take the whole deck if I don't feel how you feel Make you sh** in your pampers have you n***as embarra**ed Try not to get too carried away like some n***as in Paris But it's provocative that's why they [?] Phips he speak with confidence It's obvious why me and Roddy click we trapologists [Hook: Roddy]

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