BornInTheTrap(ProducedBy

Born In The Trap (Produced By - Drake And The Game

I was born in the crosshairs without a pot to piss in

Where niggas get smoked over their Jordans and their Pippens

Welcome to California, nah, it ain't cold as New York

But life is a bitch out here: word to Too $hort

Wack as a shooter so we called him Tony Kukoc

Gang banging had us addicted like it was Newports

Whoever thought that it would spread like petroleum

Now BP connect got us praying to them holy men

Just had a daughter homie, named her Katrina

If I raise her right, then maybe she can take over FEMA

Spike Lee in New Orleans shooting documentaries

The Game still in Cali eating off The Documentary

Take em to the cemetry I mean the cemetary

Where everybody boxed down: Refrigerator Perry

And everybody fuck up and blame it on Barack

Cause he's just like T.I...: Born in the Trap

And everybody fuck up and blame it on Barack

Cause he's just like Gucci: Born in the Trap

And everybody fuck up and blame it on Barack

Cause he's just like Jeezy: Born in the Trap

And every little fuck up, my gun she go "crack! "

Cause I'm just like Outkast, born in the Trap

So what's going on with you faggots?

And what you gonna do when your swag no longer matters?

And your bitch ain't the baddest cause she in her mid-40s

And your Phantom played out so you hating on the shorties

Cause they running around like they agewas your

Fucking bitches raw cause now the world ain't got no AIDS

Yeah, 2050 on these niggas

Golddiggers sucked you dry left hickeys on you niggas

I used to run around like you, run the town like you

Walk my red nose and clown like you

But it got old like Betty White

This rap shit real deep like Barry White

Reminiscing on the days I used to carry white

Walking though them Crip hoods in the cherry Niks

Now I live a married life, walking in the house

To the home-cooked meals

Joint American Express accounts and less dollar bills

Niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stack

Just like Goodie Mob, I was born in the Trap

Niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stack

But just like Luda, I was born in the Trap

Niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stack

But like Soulja Boy, I was born in the Trap

Niggas still got hands out, their begging for a stack

Take em to Shawty Lo, nigga, learn how to Trap

Shit deeper than the roof's bent

15�?140470,210)s drumming, Questlove in the coup fam

Riding through Pittsburgh, Wiz got the Steelers

Born by the jungle so I came with gorillas

Since niggas dropping more dimes than we fuckin

We out the hood, tryna get money like?

Splitting backboards just to get our weed stuffed in

The crack we cookin, we don't need ovens

We need something to put in the mouth of our kids

Instead of copping chains, let's fly to Chile and dig

Go to Haiti and feed to the bahamas and breathe

On the way back, to my nigga Sean from Belize, you know