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letra de life i live - trapstar toxic

[verse]
new year, same predicaments
need to sacrifice my time but i’m stuck up on my grind, getting rid of them
done sh-t that’s uncalled for, i can’t take back
need my mind focused but i doubt it’s gonna happen
mum’s been on me from a teen, i’m twenty-three
ain’t nothing changed, i’m on a ban but i got visions in a range
in a hoopty, slanging z’s, i don’t business
if it cost over a rack, i’ll run you over, f-ck the digits
’cause i roll on my ones more time
they wanna roll on a n-gga, try and take my pride
nine times outta ten, i’m backing out my knife
the other one, i gotta cut, there’s too much man in sight
ever felt like you’re done with the trapping, now you’re feeling all alone?
most your n-ggas are in jail, sending money, writing mail
blowing one in the air, really wishing on a star
like i really see people for who they are
cah my n-gga snaked me for a eight bills, i woulda rid a bird for him
now it’s gonna feel funny if i pull up in a foreign
no sp-ce for those type of guys, it’s all long
we all know you burn bridges, you don’t walk back on
but i ain’t tryna preach it
i’m just rapping ’bout my life and what i’m seeing
didn’t ask for any of it but it’s reaching
the streets keep asking for vids
i’m knee-deep in this ting
they on my back, sh-t, i need me some riz
cah that’s what happens when the stress hits
you get the weeds, you get the chip and then it gets lit
and f-ck vids, i don’t need the limelight or the fame
i lost p’s but when i’m up, i still ain’t buying a chain
been an ice city boy but crime scene’s in my veins
put p’s into straps and aim at their face
got a nine in my pocket like a pack of tissues
cah when you’re on your grind, n-ggas wanna make an issue
you see me, i don’t watch face
eyes on a brick, thirty-six times twenty-eight
that’s the measurements
and i been shotting food, i’m a veteran
n-ggas hollering for packs but the love ain’t there
we in the field, you know what most man would do for a square
man be calling you their brudda but the love ain’t there
and we ain’t family so why you mad at me?
i’m breaking bud down, i don’t need the baddest b
flashback, when she ran up in the trap
and she handled the grub, had to thank her for that
probably woulda just come outta jail
you know, back to square one with them digital scales
lost interest in much like all i wanna do is trap
losses bit me in the -rs-, i’m tryna bite it right back
see, i was up in north with a bad b
boy, i got money on my mind
i’m just thinking that i need more stacks

- trapstar toxic

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