Lyrics Intro - Blade Brown

Uh-huh
Yeah, you know who it is
And you know what it is
Bags And Boxes 3
I mean Blade
We made that trilogy innit
Not a lot of artists can get there
So with saying that
The trap game will be televised
Imagine my life in scales
Ayo Blade, let's go

If my scales could talk
They'd say "Can I take the day off?"
Covered in buj, he ain't even wiped the yay off
Put me on an uneven surface, I'll do it way off
If it ain't a ten out of ten, I just tell 'em "Stay off"
Where you been nigga? I've been buying birds
"Look after the trap line" will be my dying words
Where you been nigga? I've been buying birds
"Look after the trap line" will be my dying words
"Look after the trap line" will be my final statement
Food is in the attic, .45 that's in the basement
Just make sure you carry on
And if I die don't cry for me nigga, go put the bally on
This is trap life 101
Your phone ain't banging if they call you for a one-on-one
Send the right page, I'll make the runner come
This winter grind season now the summer's done
And all these new money niggas, niggas new money
You wouldn't act like that if you knew money
Now these niggas they don't know money
Fuck a new money nigga, I'm talking old money
These niggas acting crazy with their show money
I was in Totty with B Double getting that show money
They say slow money's better than no money
But why they flash their little racks tryna show money?
I've got investments, I've got businesses
Five figures in a day, I've got witnesses
Yeah we buy and sell and we sell and buy
I cook it wet but I sell it dry
The realest nigga, imma tell 'em why
I think your favourite rapper, he been telling lies
Yeah these rappers lie and imma tell 'em twice
The trap revolution will be televised
Yeah I've been through the highs and lows
That's why I copped the same colour in the highs and lows
Got some trap money that I hide in gold
Got a dope yard nigga just to hide them O's
And everybody knows that my tape is the truth
I swear it sounds like a nigga's weighing flake in the booth
Seven-hundred every time I'm lacing my boots
When I reload nigga, ain't no space in the coupe (ok ok)