Big H - Trap Life lyrics

[Hook] When they don't have Feel sorry for these n******gs, it is so sad Swear i'ma go mad, n******gs try and run off with the money bag Take when they don't have, feel sorry for these n******gs it is so sad Swear i'ma go mad, might have to run up on your comrade [Verse 1] I can't even think straight, that's why it take me ten years to make a mix tape And I can't even see clear, my cousins in the bing wishing he could be here Trap life, crack pipe, cats like H do you have white? Back to the streets where I sold mine The phone rings, my four line, it's all f**ed up that ain't right I could go back to jail if I have a fight, get recalled they say H behave Just trying to help show cats they could save But I don't have beef nah, any funny business i'ma let the MAC speak What you saying when a n******gs dead? It's not a game, I ain't playing with the infrared [Hook] When they don't have Feel sorry for these n******gs, it is so sad Swear i'ma go mad, n******gs try and run off with the money bag Take when they don't have, feel sorry for these n******gs it is so sad Swear i'ma go mad, might have to run up on your comrade [Verse 2] Shell shocks on my earrings, speak to myself ca' I hear things And I don't even sleep well, every time I close my eyes it's like I see hell Flashbacks, trash traps, people try to k** me had to stab cats I could lose an arm, I could lose a leg, they could catch me slipping and just shoot me dead Its all f**ed up, whats next? Can't even try, they doing stop checks Plain clothes, stay off the main roads Dusty old scales when I weigh O's but I don't even get shift Nah any funny business I'ma let the tech spit What you saying when them n******gs dead It's not game when I aim with the infrared [Hook] When they don't have Feel sorry for these n******gs, it is so sad Swear i'ma go mad, n******gs try and run off with the money bag Take when they don't have, feel sorry for these n******gs it is so sad Swear i'ma go mad, might have to run up on your comrade [Verse 3] Up North did my bird, left court two years time served I don't buy herb, make my own cheese Run up on me? Oh please On the streets paid my dues, robbed n******gs like these are my shoes I don't buy food, they say I'm rude Strap to your face, hi dude I have eighty shots, i'm talking eighty shots My cats ate the rocks, Scarface take a box Have your Mums tied up, can't move Start belling off your line for that hard food For that hard food, its Hoolyhoo f** dealin' cause its k**ing what I really do What i really do, stuff 'em in the wheelie bin SAS Black Ops late in the evening [Hook] When they don't have Feel sorry for these n******gs, it is so sad Swear i'ma go mad, n******gs try and run off with the money bag Take when they don't have, feel sorry for these n******gs it is so sad Swear i'ma go mad, might have to run up on your comrade