Chorus:
My niggas in the trap, my niggas in the trap,
dope boy status all across the whole map,
gone get your money nigga move the whole pack,
gone get your money nigga count up them stacks,

Verse1:
I done seen a lot of shit,
I done seen my nigga sit there and break down them bricks,
I done seen my nigga sit there and bust down them bails,
so fuck that shit T I ain’t trying to go to jail,
cause you know I gotta work this thang out,
got some babies tryna keep some food up in they mouth,
my daddy wasn’t around, my daddy wasn’t too,
he said well shit my nigga I ain’t trying to have them like me and you,
so I’m gone take this year make it stretch ten ways,
hope the lord forgive me for my sins and my mistakes,
I told my nigga just don’t make it no career,
play the work like Whodini and make it disappear,
cause the trap you’ll be dead or in jail,
he told me hold 10 stacks down just in case he need bail,
and thats my nigga I’ll do what it take,
I said a prayer to the man pray he keep my nigga safe

Chorus:

Verse2:
Big cuz got popped mama asking was he with me,
I told her naw mama dog I just be sticking to the beats,
but really though we were in Wayne County getting them thangs for the cheap,
moving it out the house when she was gone to D.C.
and Victamone got caught up man he sold to a Narc,
they locked my nigga up for a couple years he was in the pen with the sharks,
and man I visit my lil nigga yeah sneak him in some shoes,
you know holding my nigga down cause thats what real niggas do,
me and Pla-Boi came to J-State tried to get away from the hood,
but really though these streets they just no good,
MBN got my nigga but that was a minor setback,
we hustling we hustling man we trying to bounce back,
told my nigga be careful cause the streets will take you under,
don’t fall victim to the game cause one move can make you crumble,
these my niggas these my niggas I’ll do what it take,
I said a prayer to the man pray he keep my nigga safe

Chorus:

Verse3:
I never knew how a rapper could glorify the cocaine,
knowing its a price you gotta pay to the dope game,
acting like they never sold a twenty they were always the birdman,
all the youtube with the dope and the work mane,
real niggas don’t do that shit, they get paid and get money,
put a little back for the rainy days cause every day it ain’t sunny,
jackers they ain’t playing they’ll kick in the door with the ski mask,
ducktape your ass up, ask you where the work at
these niggas aint understanding gotta stick to the G-Code,
half these niggas aint your friend most of these niggas turn foe,
snitch on you had 10 years but they only gotta do four,
damn damn damn dog where did the time go,