Fiction - Back to the Trap lyrics

Yup, yup, yup, yup Yup, yup, yup, yup You know what it is, b**h! It's Fiction, baby [Verse 1] At fourteen I had my first job, self employed Actually I just did it at first to help my boy But I was lured and attracted by a selfish noise That convinced me to find a way to fill my shelf with toys So one day my boy said he's dropping the game Hitting the exit ramp so I hopped in his lane Opportunity knocked so I opened the door I was hoping the who*e was holding the potion for poor So I started with a ten, hustled to an eighth To a quad, to a half, to a zone, moving weight A kid with paper now, four bills in my tin case Plus seven grams in the can b**h I been straight Alexander and Gatsby, so don't ask me Nothing, pumpkin, only concerned with where the cash be Cause this sh** is new to me and this sh** treats me beautifully Little did i know this sh** would make a f**ing fool of me, but [Chorus] It's back to the trap we go Never relax for the tax free dough Gotta get my cheddar up so I can see the better stuff A hustler's gotta hustle cause I'm past being broke I'm past being broke Hustler's gotta hustle cause I'm past being broke Said I'm past being broke Hustler's gotta hustle, Hustler's gotta hustle [Verse 2] That money always looked so nice Now I understand why he took your life Don't get me wrong I ain't cook no white But I sold enough gra** to get booked tonight But the risk is worth it man, feels like the perfect plan For survival but rivals always lurking, man Whoop whoop, on the corner is the blue crew These government hookers getting paid to screw you So it's f** all you hoes like Biggie said I'm moving purp to make green so I can paint the city red That's why I ain't got no time for hillbilly Zeds DT's, patrols, man f** all of you silly feds I can't f** with you pigs, I feel Islamic Cause y'all treat me demonic, and I'm just flipping chronic But I got bills to pay and a mouth to feed Broke and hungry, two things I ain't bout to be! [Chorus] So, it's back to the trap we go Never relax for the tax free dough Gotta get my cheddar up so i can see the better stuff A hustler's gotta hustle cause I'm past being broke I'm past being broke Hustler's gotta hustle cause I'm past being broke Said I'm past being broke Hustler's gotta hustle, Hustler's gotta hustle [Bridge] So it's back to the trap we go, we go Gotta wrap up these o's, wrap wrap, these o's Back to the trap we go, back back, we go Gotta wrap up these o's, wrap wrap, these o's [Verse 3] Working fast food got me going cashews So don't be shocked if it seems that I'm pissed at you Cause while I'm making slave wages serving quarter pounders I should be in the trap house serving quarter pounders You say it's wrong I'm just trying to provide for my plate So at the end of the day I stay dividing my weight You wanna judge me? I'll take pride in my hate 'Cause I was never handed sh** so now I'm finding my way My mom ain't got a home so when I get on my Ton- Y Montana, on my grandma, that's where all my money going I just sold a zone now I need to a cop another Life of a don, she's a b**h, but I love her Look at me, glamorizing survival Knowing I only do what I do, because I'm liable Taking matters in my own hands to stay alive 'Cause I can't survive on $8.25! [Chorus] It's back to the trap we go Never relax for the tax free dough Gotta get my cheddar up so i can see the better stuff A hustler's gotta hustle cause I'm past being broke