Lyrics trAP star - OakBaby TBD

TrAP star
Trap star plus AP star
Trappers Rapping About Poverty
Teens Raised around poverty
Troubled Rebels Attempting Progress

Troubled Babies Destroy
Troubled By Damage
Trauma Brings Destruction
Trauma.

Watch your step cause it's snakes round
Watch your step for them rats
Watch your back cause the jakes round
Don't get caught, never lack

I was a young nigga, fourteen, tryna chase a check
Trench baby, hot headed, die about my respect
Never lacking, none to lose, bitch I was a threat
Goin' berserk, put in work to pay my momma's debt

It was sixteen people in and out the crib every day
I was hungry, tryna put a fucking meal on my plate
I was bummy, tryna get the fuck up off of section eight
My folks deserve way better
Finna put my mom in an estate

Moved off 39th, now I'm on 92nd
New block, so I know I probably need a weapon
Get rich or die trying, nigga that was my perception
Let a nigga try it, I'ma teach his ass a lesson
Jumped off the porch on demon time
I'm tryna put in pain
Stomach rumbling
Boy it's about time I get fucking paid
I was hurting
Knew my folks won't look at me the same
But nigga fuck it, it was for them
I'm tryna make a change

Grab a zip, make it flip, watch the money stack
Watch for cops, watch for opps, boy don't never lack
Ten toes, never fold, what the fuck is that
Trust no one, no one's loyal, watch your fucking back

I was a young nigga, fifteen, tryna chase a check
Trench baby, hot headed, die about my respect
Put down the glock, picked up the mic
I was a fucking threat
Going berserk, put in work to pay my momma's debt

Now money's good, but what's the cost?
Cause all my homies dying
Parinoid wherever I walk
Cause I could end up dying
PTSD from all them nights that it was bullets flying
Picked up the mic
Laid down my pain inside some fucking rhymes
I started rapping, they was laughing
Said I'd never make it
Boy you bugging, come back outside
You know the streets is waiting
We got the money, we got the cars
Our chains ain't fucking plated
It was tempting, I dipped and dabbed
I ain't gonna lie or fake it

I was in class, writing raps, I almost fucking failed
Ducking alleys, hopping fences, bitch I can't go to jail
The shit we did and ain't get caught, I swear I'll never tell
But even your brothers can be snakes while you still think they real

I've been backstabbed by my best friends
I would've swore they real
Day ones, I broke bread with them
Who would've thought in hell
We slept in cars, we could've been stars
But oh fucking well
Real nigga, I ain't never switch, in it by myself

I'm a young nigga, 20, tryna chase a check
Trench baby, hot headed, die about my respect
I was a trap star, now I'm a AP star
A fucking threat, going berserk
Put in work to pay my momma's debts

Watch your step cause the snakes round
Watch your step for them rats
Watch your back cause the jakes round
Don't get caught, never lack