Trap Money - Stalley

I’ve been laid up in this trap for days

Trying to make this money in ways

I never imagined, minimum wage

I’ve been getting paper since back in the days

When dirty D was loadin' that K

Back in Yorkview, had to snorkel

When in December, them cold ass days

When the nights was blue and the days was purple

Bound to hurt you, hearts was broken

Stomach was empty, breaking curfew

Wild lil' niggas running through the back streets like Apaches

Ready to let the gat squeeze on the enemies

This… call freeze, from the cops

Who’s breaking in lots

Leavin' with the matchbox Chevy’s with convertible tops

And the chromed out stops

Perfect virtue, perfect clock

Up against time but we made it stop

Grind time, Primetime

Mama wanna know when I find time

The streets will kill me before I find mine

But I’m trying, to get rich, beyond design

So if I die, know I’ll die trying

Until then, I’m fine, I’ll find mine

Way back, I’m not blind

I remember the starting line of this maze

I’ve been laid up in this trap for days

Trying to make this money in ways

I never imagined, minimum ways

I’ve been getting paper since back in the days

I’ve been getting paper since back in the days

Back in the days

I’ve been getting paper since back in the days

I’ve been getting paper since back in the days