[Lyric] T r a p . aint . o v a (Unocoolbro (NCONLYHOPE))

[Verse]
Yea
Yea
This that feeling
Of being homeless
Putting crack spoons
With the orders
Waking Up
To Feins
Smilin'
With no teeth
Yea, they know us
By first name
Chop it up
This cocaine
Boiling water
Po' mo' Soda
Breathe it in, nigga
Smell the aroma
This chip
On my shoulder
Size of boulders
Economy keep failing
Nigga, Trappin' ain’t ova
Ima south side king
& norf side soulja
Along the lines
I think y'all forgot
Somebody really
Shouldve told cha
Take a trip
Where I’m from
Even if you ain’t in band
You got a stick
Wit a drum
Outside sounding like
Halftime
Brrrrum bum bum bum
Streets hirin'
Cops racist
Black folk still dyin'
Welcome to the poorest slums
Of Norf Carolina
In the swamp
With the Gators
Is
Where you gonе find 'em
Eating
Carolina Reapers
You don’t want
Naan problеm
End up missin'
In hog food
While they lookin' for Ya
We outside
Sellin' ya designa
Out the trunk
You would think
He couldn’t breathe
The way he
Squeezed
The Pump
No MC
Could move
And control
All of this bump
Rather flip a P
Than get a
Triple P
Sell Triple C' s
Then CC
Who hirin' us
Mayne, fuck it
Complainin'
Ain’t gone help me
Make it
Neither is
These Industry
Gatekeepers
Who always hatin'
Linin' these Artist up
For slaughter
Sumn like Cattle
I could never fix myself
To be nobody chattel
For many years
I sat back
& waited shadows
Niggas do a crime
Then sing
For less time
Befo' the Gavel
Crabs up in a bucket
But
Crabs don’t belong
In barrels
Knowing the truth
Putting in action
Only half the battle
[Hook]
This for the times
Cookin' crack up in the kitchen
I was in the back
Countin' money
Paid attention
To the ones who
Shipped it
Ordered it
And water whipped it
So if this rap shit
Don’t work out
Then it’s back to the business
Nigga
Trappin' ain’t ova
Uh-uh, Nigga
Trappin' ain’t ova
Yea
Cause we cook It
Pack It
Then ship it out
This music shit
Another drug route
Either way nigga
We in & out
[Verse]
The Green from the water
Took over the city
Like Godzilla
I was just admirin'
Them architectural pillars
Now I’m back
I’m up in the spot
My Pistol & hard liquor
Niggas switch up they
Cadences & flow
Boy thats all filler
Fein said
He need a baseball
He a hard hitta
What’s the difference
From sellin' crack
& Being a art dealer?
Painting beautiful pictures
Of poverty
We still killas
Heard they Spun the funeral
Shot at his Pallbearers
Ugh
They all wanna be the hope
They all copy my style
This lyrical crack flow
Is what they coppin' now
Them niggas was racin'
I guess they all coppin' out
That quality over quantity
Guess they all copy now
Could give a fuck bout lights
Whole life was overlooked
I’m at home round
The feins, dealers, & all the crooks
How A trapper
Make a movie
& comic book?
Red Carpet events
High as shit
Like how I look?
We started at the end
So tell me
Where do I begin
Niggas
Got they chests out
We pokin' em back in
I heard ya new lyrics
Stop lying to ya friends
Cause a nigga like me
Just ducked
Ten in the pin
My Fadda did
Twenty-seven years
In the federal
Doors off the hinges
The Cops kicked several
Keeping yo Pistol tucked
Is what you niggas better do
That lyrical, spiritual, miracle shit
Ain’t gone help you, nigga
Trappin' ain’t ova