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trapping foe - smoothblackdafantom lyrics

ugh, yeah… can i get a little bit of delay…
and turn it up in my headphones a little bit…
feel like i’m in a studio now (sarcastic laugh)

alright.. aye

[smoothblackdafantom hook]
yeah i’m just a musician but i be rapping though
trying to show these little n-ggas what we trapping foe
cause i’m just a musician but i be rapping though
probably tell you some sh-t that other rappers won’t

[smoothblackdafantom 1st verse]
yeah i’m just a musician but i be rapping though
trying to show these little n-ggas what we trapping foe
just stay on yo j-o-b and start to stacking dough
you never know, when you might need it
life is bitter sweet it’s kinda like a ho
that don’t use her t–th and yeah it sucks
because my n-ggas don’t got enough money to give a f-ck
kiss of death pucker up, what the f-ck
no luck for n-ggas star struck
i’m a local -ss n-gga but yall awe struck
i be like f-ck these rappers man they all suck
i ain’t hating, i’m just saying what you got to offer us
and you only offended if you was on the bus
so rosa park that b-tch and get up off of us

[smoothblackdafantom 2nd verse]
like how they don’t want you young black and rich up in this b-tch
unless you a ball player or saying some ignorant sh-t to a b-tch
say n-gga three time because n-gga is brainless
don’t really matter long as it’s entertaining
still wearing chains at least we not slaves
in the home of the brave nothing is free
in life and life is not a guarantee
you better thank your god everyday you see
go ahead and drink your arizona tea
have a bag of skittles and put on your hoodie
until you walk through a gated community
n-gga please get the f-ck off my property

yeah i’m just a musician but i be rapping though
i’m trying to show these little n-ggas what we rapping foe
why we gotta sell crack and dope and pack a foe- 5
to stay alive and get up in the cut line and party until we can’t no more
turn up for my n-ggas that can’t no more
say r.i.p. trayvon poor a little more
a n-gga in his prime that would never go to prom
what’s a young black man’s life worth huh
i guess we’ll ask the warden or the coroner
they seem to be the only ones that can afford us
but nowadays we trying to get away from that but some how we end up in the trap

find a way out

—music fades to black—

- smoothblackdafantom lyrics

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