Текст песни Traffic - Reese

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No cap when I'm rapping, I don't fuck with traffic
I'm back on the map and I don't know what happen
These niggas be cappin' when they say they trappin'
They talk about shooting, but ain't never blast it
I Been by myself and
Thought I was a savage
I Hated myself and don't know how I lasted
Collect all the money while chasing the baggage
I don't fuck with no one
I really hate traffic

I disappeared just like a nigga did magic
I'm gone for a bit and this shit causing havoc
When Matthew got blasted
I couldn't believe it
I thought I was dreaming
But my sister screaming
I Hop in the truck
Like I couldn't just leave her
This shit really real
Niggas out here to kill
Focus on me until I get me a mil
Love all my family until I get killed

Play with that gun
You play with that fire
You better be ready when shit getting wild
This shit getting wild
You digging they style?
You act like a child
When shit going down

Play with that gun
You play with that fire
You better be ready when shit getting wild
This shit getting wild
You digging they style?
You act like a child
When shit going down

Play with that gun
You play with that fire
You better be ready when shit getting wild
This shit getting wild
You digging they style?
You act like a child
When shit going down

No cap when I'm rapping
I don't fuck with traffic
I'm back on the map and I don't know what happen
These Niggas be cappin'
When they say they trappin'
They talk about shooting
But ain't never blast it
I Been by myself and
Thought I was a savage
I Hated myself and don't know how I lasted
Collect all the money while chasing the baggage
I don't fuck with no one
I really hate traffic

Stop all that capping
You run from that fire
You Play with that gun
And they'll run from behind
They out here to get you
They banging yo line
All by yourself
And you act like you fine
Niggas be switching
They change every time
Stick to yourself
And just go hold it down
Getting your money
You doing yo rounds
Fuck with these niggas
Get put in the ground

You got that choppa on deck
You running around like you serve and protect
Out here to get you
They come at your neck
Throwing them bands up
You just want to flex
Claiming you hard
And you failing the test
Doing your best
And these streets got you stressed
Running around you really be blessed
Stop all that capping you just like the rest