BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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TRAPPED BY MercerMars ft. G-93X
- Chorus (Me):
- Uh, got me trapped, got me trapped
- Tryna run, can't run fast
- I said fuck you and fuck that
- Fucked that bitch and then I dashed
- Got me so fuckin' trapped
- I don't know what I'ma do
- Will we even everlast?
- Verse 1 (Me):
- Had to go and get the stacks, bought that bitch a Cadillac
- She on my mind day and night, and you know that that's a fact
- Just got money, bitch, I'm cookin', I be whippin' up this and that
- And these hoes all in my face, they be tryna get in my bag
- Like, why the fuck are you on my ass?
- These fuck niggas think they're so bad, actually, it's sad
- You think you're the shit but you're not, so when we attack
- Is you gon' run, nigga? Bet you gon' dash, dash
- Unfortunately it seems you can't run fast
- Just got the key, we gon' unlock that
- Niggas on my D, I do not want that
- We were never ever friends, that was all cap
- Baby, no amends, I'ma just write raps
- Killin' 'til the end, you know that we're strapped
- Baby, my heart too broken to mend, it's been backstabbed
- I don't want this to end, but I'ma call you a cab, yeah
- So you can go home, these motherfuckers, they gon' throw stones
- Broke my heart, so I done drove home
- Don't even feel safe in my own home, uh
- Got me so damn trapped, but I'm so 'lone
- Baby, you make me mad, I'ma take the road home
- And these niggas, they're mad, there's truly no hope
- I been in my bag, I'm in SoHo, uh
- And that's that, hoe, hope you hoes know (hoes know, oh)
- Where the fuck the bros go, don't let a hoe know
- That I love that bitch, brought my bros home
- We sippin' that lean, then they rode home
- I need some of that weed 'fore I phone home
- We smokin' on trees, bitch, it glows, shone
- They all wantin' me, I gotta go home, uh
- Like, what is it all for? I don't wanna do it no mo'
- And these hoes lying to my face, it's really no joke
- Sayin' they don't know hoes, I think you know, though
- I just want the dough, lookin' at our old photos
- Uh, I can barely remember shit, I fuckin' solo'd
- You motherfuckin' hoes, yeah, you should go home
- Walk in with a gun tucked, but wearin' no coat
- These hoes want me gone, took a fuckin' low dose
- Of the Lexapro, oh, let 'em know, know
- Bitches so cold old, they're so cold old
- Okay, nigga, back in this bitch, with a stick, nigga
- Really thought I wouldn't win, well, I always win, nigga
- And you know who I'm always with, nigga
- I just walked in with a kit, nigga, spliff, nigga
- Like, what you want from me? Get off my dick, nigga
- Fell in love with C's, I need that shit, nigga
- When I'm with my G's time goes quick, nigga, quick, nigga
- Chorus (Me):
- Uh, got me trapped, got me trapped
- Tryna run, can't run fast
- I said fuck you and fuck that
- Fucked that bitch and then I dashed
- Got me so fuckin' trapped
- I don't know what I'ma do
- Will we even everlast?
- Verse 2 (G 93X, yea he's black):
- aight, tired of your crap, hoe, you know you won't get me back, hoe
- why try? you know you mad, hoe, why lie? i can tell you lied, hoe
- with my guys, yeah, i could never be by hoes
- i get high so high i go fuckin' psycho
- when you lie you start to cry, why lie though?
- she can't look me in my eyes, she'd rather me die slow
- i've been wantin' to do suicide for a very long time, hoe
- but i'm scared to die, so i'd rather stay alive, hoe
- got me in a bind, tryna ease my mind, hoe
- i don't know why but sometimes i wonder if you were ever my hoe
- highly doubt that, but it's fine, i'm fine, hoe
- i don't know what i'ma do if you leave my fuckin' life, bro
- i don't wanna die, no, i don't wanna die slow
- i just wanna be by you, not by these white hoes
- niggas get drunk and crunk, lit, fuckin' psycho
- i just don't know any of these bitches, only some of them i know
- cuz bitch got me high as fuck, but honestly, i always get high, bro
- and i know that some of these hoes gon' lie, what you lie fo'?
- okay, bitch, i'm just focusin' on getting my dough
- you wastin' my time hoe, why the fuck is life slow?
- she asked if i'm slow, i think you're slow, not me, baby, that ain't no typo
- and she all up in my face, walkin' on a tightrope
- baby, i'm not okay, did it just to spite hoes, did it in spite, though
- i could never ever love hoes, i could care less 'bout these 5 hoes
- i'm with 5 bros, they always come to my shows, cryo
- bitch, i'm hot as fuck, pyro, niggas in my face, they gon' die, though
- speakin' in lowercase, she askin' me why though
- can't really answer that, learned these rhymes from my coach
- that bitch cannot rhyme though, if she does, she rhymes slow
- aggressions that are micro, fuck off, hoe, go cry, hoe
- with me and my niggas, we fly low, ayy, we gon' fly low
- uh, she readin' my bio (she readin' my bio)
- she stalkin' my profiles, i think she's a psycho
- i know that she wants me, i don't feel the same way
- she sent me 100 messages on the fuckin' same day
- i think she's addicted, and i think that's insane
- i truly think you niggas are in some typa pain
- 'cause you be writin' rhymes 'bout kurt cobain
- i know we all wanna die, and that's okay
- but honestly, it's morally wrong, but i could care less, i put you on
- and i gave you everythang, and now you're gone
- stalkers in my DMs, dusk 'til dawn, yeah, was i just one of your pawns?
- yeah i'm so lit, think i'm too far gone, yeah
- 'cause niggas they bitchin', call up Sean, yeah
- like what the fuck are these niggas on, yeah?
- with my gang, we be up in saint laurent, yeah
- fuck off, you can fuck off, yeah
- with that fake shit, you bitches all swans, yeah
- i'm with like ten bitches, half of 'em withdrawn
- and i know you hate this, bitch, i feel like king von
- i pull up in the wraith quick, we fuckin' on the lawn
- she said i'm the fakest, i'm really fuckin' not
- with like a 5 outta 5 bitch, we runnin' from the cops
- we won't ever get caught, no
- or else them bitches get popped
- watch his body drop slow
- bitch, i am a god
- uh, you bitches say i'm slow, but i'm not slow
- bitch, go 'head, call the cops
- we gon' run from the cops, hoe
- bitch, i put you on
- yeah, niggas, they really thought slow
- i'ma hit the bong
- Chorus (Me):
- Uh, got me trapped, got me trapped
- Tryna run, can't run fast
- I said fuck you and fuck that
- Fucked that bitch and then I dashed
- Got me so fuckin' trapped
- I don't know what I'ma do
- Will we even everlast?
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