They chase you a like mouse in the city of the bronx.
T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts
Believe me, i'm beyond dead
My god come before this bread
This game of cat and mouse ends a.s.a.p
And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby
I'll make sure that you don't win like a mouse in a trap,
So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black
That rap is mostly dead/
One day a bed
I'll make sure that you don't win like a mouse in a trap,
It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that
Call it the trap house, i got the mouse, call it the little heater,
I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her
Code red, which means you go red
Wasnt worth always feeling dead.
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