The Trap Songtext
von Derek Minor

It′s a cold world, on the south side,
when they catch you, with a .45, the trap
And the world don't care about us but
they want more for the cameras, the trap
Blow your brains out on Facebook Live,
you a hashtag, that′s your whole life, the trap
Mama told us that we need God,
but the rent due is the most high, the trap


Yeah, I know a couple dealers
And a couple gangbangers
Tryna run off with they money
Guarantee they will steel you with the stainless
Master used to call us monkeys
'Til we started clipping with bananas
Throwing seeds at your head
Now your melon fruit salad
Whole body full of rage
Whole soul full of pain
When hurt people hurt people
You gon' hear the chi′ chi′ from the gage
Yeah, I'm talking ′bout race
And any topic I can think
And I said to your face
Well hallelujah, that's grace
This record might be the end of me
Yeah, I′m probably gon' have some enemies
Don′t shoot the messenger
This what the Lord has been giving me
Someone to re-envision our history, yeah
You got a college degree
You made it out of the trap
You are not a politician
Why don't you get back to rap?
By the way, they say when you get paid
And you get a lil' fame that everything change
But I can′t tell, I still feel the same
′Cause every time I'm in the store
The police watching me, watching me, watching me
My 800 credit store, help me get it low
But my neighbors think I′m selling dope
Oh my, I'm just giving y′all a glimpse into my life
Even if you color blind, your vision still in black or white
You see me

God bless the trap
God bless the trap, yeah
God bless the trap
God bless the trap, yeah
God bless the trap
God bless the trap, yeah
God bless the trap
God bless the trap, yeah