Skyzoo - I Was Supposed to be a Trap Rapper lyrics

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Skyzoo - I Was Supposed to be a Trap Rapper lyrics

[Verse] I was supposed to be a trap rapper Mistaken identity, sat me with the backpackers Made it all comfortable, sweet as a redeemer Duncan or Blade Brown I'm still leaving with Damita Shouts to who came 'round when I was speaking through your speakers On wanting to stay down and the beliefs that they would feed us, like This turn into that, return of the pact Where it follow you forever like a murder's attached I was front row seats for what you heard in my raps Jumping in and out the ring like an emergency tap, I got us Same rule apply, aim do or die But put a mirror in front of me to save who's alive, like Picture James Baldwin in a room of Frank Lucas' And Nicky Barnes' and all of their influences And the mood of it the same color of the magic True to the hue of it like you was slumping off a habit I was tryna Kind of Blue it But everyone around me was meeting with Guadalupes and eating the conduit With a trunk full of reasons to see what you follow through with And bet I understood every dollar they spent to prove it All together from wherever we bound by Same block where they sell you a pack out of Crown Fried To put me in your deck is like I brought you around mine Just as long as you never expect me to downsize Word to immunity, and all that it do for me 'Cause double entendres seem to fit more suitably They sold you a paradox, I duck those beautifully Figured it's worth it on the way out like duty free, truthfully The price tag of what it took of me to get to me The nerve of me tryna flood Fulton Street with Dilla beats And bet I did all the above to a soliloquy Made trappers go nuts to Donuts The makings of a sacrificial lamb with the backings of a band Trumpets wrapped around me rapping 'bout Saran And all the superheroes that would pack 'em in sedans And how everything you waited for can happen in advance Bottle service rightfully in the picture My morning after was playing 9th beats for strippers Call it a beautiful decay at it's best The greatest balancing act that ever came off the steps With the same ones next to me posted up on whatever's left Same jeweler whether a Jesus piece or a treble clef Yeah, and if you was there then you understand We all came fully prepared with rubber bands But the more that I was point blanking at forever The wilder it seemed to me to be stringing this together Word fly around like we all out on the front page Third time around it's more Common that one day It all make sense, depending on who was talking But me penning for me is me penning for Yusuf Hawkins And pressing play for who be with it out the top drawer Spending money off of lock jaw in the Glock store And from it all, know me to forever rep My tug of war was L-B and L-O-X Turned into a hybrid and found a way to kill The hood thought I was wild for turning down major deals Somebody I write for said, "Yo, let it breathe They don't deserve all of that work that you be setting free" I said, "I could but if I don't then they don't get to leave Nor do they get to ignore what the message be" He agreed and said, "Regardless, you know that you got it" And I proceeded with the part where I show him his pocket Took the call for what I seen when no one would show it My window faced shootouts, drug overdoses Envisioning splitting up Henny with my son later And hoping that he understand what this run gave us Music for my friends out the trap who in the box Either one, while my Fat Beats fans saved me a spot Money pouring give us anything but privacy 'Cause now my old window's a commodity I guess I gave too much of a fu*k when I noticed too many moving vans Truer words were never written by truer hands, 'cause, yo [Chorus] I was supposed to be a trap rapper Club walk-throughs, Baller Alert posts Yeah, I wasn't sposed to be a backpacker At least that's what they tell me when I'm back home Listen, I was supposed to be a trap rapper Fashion Nova ads, brick money phones Yo, I wasn't supposed to be a back packer But shout to the hybrids who followed on my road, for real [Outro] Paper-made, tryna pour up somethin' Bag on me, I can float somethin' Docked on it like the boat comin' Plug paid, I don't owe nothin' Thank God how the snow comin' Thank God how the stove jumpin' Name another tag team that can stand still, be sure we'll run it 'Cause, see, far as the drip (Drip), know that I got it to give (Give) Cop work with a Goyard, treat it as part of the flip (Flip) Drug sales come with shooters and model b*tches the maneuver Y'all made it cool to be the user So I get paid and be the loser, fu*k it Type of time my eye on Clock leanin' like a sidecar Birds movin' like bygones Part traffic like Zion Fly pelican, fly on Wings on 'em, let 'em take flight Hit a sample with a box cutter Somethin' numb, what it taste like? Five hundred for a bottle here Fifty dollars for a bottle there Four-fifty worth of sparklers Make this whole sh*t change, right?