paroles de chanson General Trapstar - Triz Nathaniel

It's a trap, I'm sure of it!

I ain't your slave, but I'm that nigga
No G-T-A, I don't take the whip (Nah)
I'm a rebel trapstar, General Akbar
Rebel Rebel trapstar, General Akbar

I'm a serial killer man, I ran Fruity Loops like I was Toucan Sam
Went Elon made a hyperloop in Garage Band
It's a old school hitter like Bamm-Bamm
And I got 45 rhymes trump tight, just in case (Just in case)
On my next rhyme I gotta kill a killer beat from Justin Blaze (Woo)

Runnin' with Iverson like I'm Reebok
Make you rock steady to this cowboy bebop
I'm a hailstorm
Droppin' cold rhymes that evoke a Yale dorm
Teachin' black folk to stay woke
Maverick in the game, word to McCain
That's why I rep for Lebron
And got cubans in the ashtray

I ain't your slave, but I'm that nigga
No G-T-A, I don't take the whip (Nah)
I'm a rebel trapstar, General Akbar
Rebel Rebel trapstar, General Akbar

D.C. OG up in Howard like Dwight man
We some rebels takin' power like a white man
And when them saints march in, I'ma welcome 'em home
On the roof gettin' lit
Spittin' shit off the Superdome
I won't do it for the rims, just to ball
And I sure won't be that nigga that lost it all for an Audemars

A new state of mind saying "fuck the empire!"
Take your whole status quo, fuckin' set it on fire
Take the shit I can do, put it on wax
Get a round of applause every time clap back
This some snapback rap
I ain't fitted like a sheet, boy
So many trees, turnin' green
I'm a beast, boy

Ghetto snob, one classy ass negro
Y'all say "purple drank" I'm thinkin' '91 Pinot
And it's only a couple of y'all who ain't drop the ball
Fumble on the mic (Buh buh buh bitch)
Y'all samplin' Ralph Kramden
Only know how to mumble on the mic like
Homina homina homina
Perc!
Homina homina homina
Lean!
Uncle Tom ass rappers in the machine
But one of these days we gon' need new shit
It's bang zoom straight to the moon with that coon shit

I'm like Scrooge McDuck girl
Won't you be my number one dime
And I ain't like these other niggas girl
Gettin' Richie by lyin'
So it's all night long when the thong come off
And we shuttin' down Vegas, all bets is off
Then we settin' it off with the Kalashnikov
Like Tiffany fam we had ish of course

I ain't your slave, but I'm that nigga
No G-T-A, I don't take the whip (Nah)
I'm a rebel trapstar, General Akbar
Rebel rebel trapstar, General Akbar