Young Tribez - Cash Talk Part 2 lyrics

Trapping ain't dead, they just don't trap properly Every day I brought down Z's get busy Whitney and Bobby I was running up the stairs like Rocky, hoping the don't feds clock me I be back in 2019, why the f** let them stop me Four bad b**hes in the pen and more downstairs in the lobby For a pair of Giuseppes she gone s** it like a lolly I see them n******gs over there, and them n***as over there look shoddy Thinking of a plan to rob me, you better be prepared because I always got it on me The things I did was unholy but I had to get the Benz and the Rollie, and I be running around the city like they know me Nuthin changed but they owned me Nuthin changed you can phone me I ain't shotting nuthin less than a Oz You're too busy chasing these hoes, only thing I run is from the police I'm a trap god, can I get an amen You're listening to Youngz revelation My landlord does not have no patience, so I'm trying to get my profit by the day's end I was in a dark place looking for a heathen before it was lit have to find me the light No topping when i steped in the kitch, had to whip me a new life I spent about 8 on the chain to show I believe in Christ Gave no money to the church but i blow some in the club last night Like anything you did young n***a, me and my n***as did twice Word to my mother I blow twenty this summer, there's right and wrong and there's life You can't put a price on freedom, they lock hate for trying to lost my brothers for breathing, I'm still grieving ER I live it up, but i give it up to see my brothers breathing They didn't believe it, they slept on a kid they were dreaming The game pissed, now I got a reason Any beat that I touch I'm releasing They all up in my Insta on a pree ting Two days in the DM's then I beat it All you other rappers half decent It's getting cold outside, I'm the heating I was 3 deep in the FOB My n******gs told me I gotta stay focus I told them I got this No lie but the truth When I wrote it