Roj - Trap sh** lyrics

[Hook] Trap sh** that trap sh** that trap sh** all my n***as feel it when I talk trap sh** That trap sh** that trap sh** all my b**hes love it when I talk that trap sh** That trap sh** that trap sh** say my label hate it when I talk that trap sh** That trap sh** that trap sh** say the blogs hate it when I talk that trap sh** [Verse 1] All my millions is honest, I don't owe you no lies Rap wasn't working out for me, so dope is how I survived Mama too much debt, Daddy somewhere hiding I wasn't out hitting club singles, I was too busy providing Couple views on YouTube, that's how I winded up signing Had a Digi scale in that same booth, I was doing more than just rhyming Started back when I was sixteen, penny nickel and diming By eighteen I climbed in, and got ten pounds off consignment Honestly I had ten of them when Cool & Dre came to sign me Yeah b**h I had work, and no plans on resigning Now a n***a wanna rob me, because of how well I'm grinding Well I'm strapped up no matter what, and I dare a n***a come try me [Hook] [Verse 2] They think I'm some millionaire, but I'm nowhere near it These n***as out here starving though, and they ain't een tryna hear it He at home with his baby mama, and all five of their children The rent due the pampers low, and she just missed her period He flat broke and he sick of it, trying to find something to cure it And here I go with this ballin' sh**, spent forty thousand on j**elry When your pocket low you get desperate, your judgement gets blurry And every time you can't feed your kids, your eyes get a bit teary Now he talkin' 'bout robbing me, and if I don't take the n***a serious When he run up on me and draw me down, I can't do sh** but look silly Then its going on WorldStar, 'bout how I let a n***a get me And if I am strapped and they catch me with it you say a n***a just ignorant [Hook] [Verse 3] When I signed that record deal, the f** I'mma do if they drop me Buy a couple pounds of that broccoli, and turn my spot into a swap meet They just care about hit records, they don't care if my child eat Honestly I don't expect them to, b**h I'm a man I got me They don't understand where I come from, two words dope money And hate when I talk that trap sh**, two more words show money And search for that hit single, but I don't give a f** 'bout that I get sued 'fore they cut the check, I'm in that b**h tryna bounce back And taking care of my baby mama, baby juvenile court Now I'm hopping on n***as tours, just so I can afford I ain't keeping no secrets, so ain't sh** to explore So don't worry 'bout me homie, be glad these problems ain't yourn' [Hook]