I'm stuck trapped I'm stuck trapped I'm stuck trapped Stranger What? What? What? Ain't got no hold of me I be quick to run up, let it pop The only me, resting piece to sick For eight of us, that was the old of me Goofy deaths, I right up in this time Brother told me, couldn't get a bond I said it out, they put that hold on me For five, X, T, 50, jump, clizzies Please treat, bitch, please You know I grew up on that balance The only way turned off the cyrus I'll be thirsty on these answers And since the road is stony, I'll have to There's a bucket on your way, I see you with a bird Your preacher on the trip, reading the proverb If folks are mad at me, I'm putting too much work They say I'm fossa back, cause get back ain't ain't got my back But I'm still strapping, go like that I'm still like telephone photo, right? I swore I killed the broker back Yo homie, down I'm smoking that I'm tired of smelling toga, illa more And I'm tired of scrap, I'm thinking about creating a new patch A-D-U, who is it? Ain't no exposed to it, I got hit to you, got hit That's how it's supposed to do If I want you dead, then you bring this no control in it 30-clang, 30-clang, 50-clang I don't know, I don't know how to go Pull up, we scratch, we suck, we're happy No joking, no laughing, we suck it We scratch it, yeah, that's so negative That's so negative, that's so negative That's so negative, that's so negative I'm only dangerous, ain't no walking that good Like no, ain't no staying in us Can't trust the soul if you ain't gay, no you can't What else? I came from nothing, I go guap, he let it bang for us He let it, he let it, I'm on a tour, yeah I'm poor, let it bang I take a coup, I let it boom, let it shit Got them two tunes in my shoe, ah, that's so negative That's so negative, that's so negative That's so negative, ah, I'm that's okay, okay She can't, can't, and I play, right, I'll be till your face, face That's so negative, that's so negative I'll be quick to run up, let it pop, that's just the only move Wres in peace to sick, for eight of us, that was the old one me Groupy deaths are right up in this type, this brother told me Clean, get a bun, I said it out, they put that hole on me Fought back, XT, 50 sharp, clizzies, please treat, bitch, please You know I grew up on that balance, the away turn up them sirens I'll be thirsty, young these ass, from sister, rota, stony, y'all is right Let's bang it on your wins, and you with them burrs Your preacher, all in church, reading out proverbs The mad at me, I put it too much word They say it, boss it back, cause get back ain't ain't down my back But I'm still stuck, can't go like that, I'm still like teleported right I swore I killed the broke I'm back Yo homie, down I'm smoking that, I'm tired of smelling tukka in the morgue And I'm tired of scrap, I'm thinking about creating a new pack Thanks for watching!