Lyrics Trap Estate - Jerome Arab

These streets always trying to get best of we
At it for some time so there′s plenty heat
Lord give me a way to make a way
I don't want my sons caught up in this trap estate
The mandem always beefing over post codes
Niggas that be snitching think we don′t know
Owe praying for a brighter day
But there's no way out the trapper ways

At it for a while now
Grinding I don't know how
Ain′t been making P but been consistent with the flow how
Easy it is to slip and get caught up in the drip
But bet I buy crib before I buy another whip
I ain′t got no time for all these haters on the gram
By the time I'm done with this you probably know just who I am
I ain′t sold no contraband
If the feds are asking fam
Work one twenty hour weeks and in the hood I'm just a man
Hungry is what I am and hustling is what I do
To get my family off the block and that′s a real for me and you
Don't give a damn about the news
A fuck about your view
I be hustling so you know I′m bout the moves

These streets always trying to get best of we
At it for some time so there's plenty heat
Lord give me a way to make a way
I don't want my sons caught up in this trap estate
The mandem always beefing over post codes
Niggas that be snitching think we don′t know
Owe praying for a brighter day
But there′s no way out the trapper ways

Yeah been putting a whole lot of work in
And it's so hard to think different about the way we move
So we treat everything the same way we treat the business fam
Cheese that′s all we trying to make
Yeah let go