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problem solved - trapstar toxic lyrics

[intro]
check it, look

[verse 1]
i told the feds its entertainment, i don’t fly birds
i get cracking if its poppin’ i don’t type words
my lifestyle is gangland, but i’m diverse
even when i was locked i told my brother, put the line first
caught up in a maze, i made money off of haze
caught a sentence won’t complain
middle finger to the jakes
i’ve seen mum shed tears, i’ve seen brother part ways
he’s a snitch but you f*cked with that brother to get paid
busy flying them hustling’s in me a trapping african
hit her from the back and she’ll be back again
she don’t understand me, i don’t understand myself
all i do is hustle, gotta hustle, im about my wealth
i’m still f*cking with them albums the quotes are cheap
i hit him up like “yo tony, […]”
i give a f*ck about them haters, can’t see ’em for my views
that’s my d, but she says that i got too much attitude
lets go

[chorus]
h*lla nights when them feds kept knocking though
i took l’s and turned them to a problem solved
i need another load, and you ain’t getting in this crib
you need another code
and everything you see that glitters isn’t always gold
i told my brother i got him but he already knows
gladiators russell crowe
where i’m from it’s kind of sticky gotta keep it close
because they label me a rapper so they could approach
[verse 2]
steps turn the beat up and let me feel it with lyrics that say im angry all the time but they don’t see how im living
came home i had to bounce back my minds in a blizzard
all i know is rappers chat but god won’t give me a ticket
feds try to fade me out, had me living like a peasant
that was two christmases, couldn’t give my son a present
listen, thoughts love my body’s caged but mind isn’t
speak it into existence, ballin’ detroit pistons
two power exes twinnin’, sister, sister
yea they know me i get popping like some blisters
im from a real era beat my gun before insta
they be trippin’ doing things tryna get the views
if i show the fans my life the feds would interlude
fam that means intercept
i took too many l’s i can’t go back to penn
they got me arguing with staff they’re f*cking up my spence
fam its all a f*cking mess
*heartbeats*

- trapstar toxic lyrics

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