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"Trapologist"
[feat. Nesby Phips]


Good sense good sense good sense
It's that jet life
Jet life
It's that jet life
Good sense

I'm thinking what heaven like since we trapped in hell
My cousin thinks of his kids like he's trapped in jail
That's a though pill to swallow imagine how he feel
He told me to spit that real I told him hold his head playa
My neck of the woods they keep a bad smell
Them dead pres I stacked turn stale
That's money I then saved up for years
Just in case that karma come to quick I'll be still on my shit real shit
I got it in while them niggas was yawnin
Had a pocket full of stones to six in the mornin
It's like a full time job not to kill yo opponent
I can direct you to who got it If you really want it
Toss and turn in cold sweat that's if you sleeping on me
School of hardknocks man I earned my diploma
And I graduated with honors man that ain't no lie
And those bitches think I'm dead wrong since I made it live
And they told me to get a job suit and a tie but I am like fuck them blood clocks
They ain't no friends of mine so it's jet life till my next time and It's BAFA till my dead line
Young roddy Phips murk them every time smoke that loud as I drop them, who ready to die? It took a while to get this zone, girl don't blow my high
Can't forget them longs nights, that's studio life
This shit reminds me of that trap life same hours different grind trap life
Flash back and rewind trap life most niggas don't make it out of this trap life
Exactly what it sounds like trap life steady chasing a dollar trap life
Be damn if I get trapped in this trap life most niggas don't make it out of this trap life
Most niggas are forever I toast cause they couldn't be here to see me over pull an overflow
If success is a drug then I happen to overdose forever my lady how was [?] open dough
Bought some white [?] son of miss daisy who my uncle drove a while back man ain't it funny how the tables turn
These independents making millions while these labels burn
Got me owning my own masters, not to shaby for slaves
My whole head say to get paid so blood get paid
I ain't never be the one to stray away from the real
That's why I take the whole set and come find how you fell
Shit ain't you pampers and you niggas embarassed
Try not to get too carry away like some niggas in paris
But it's Provocative that's why the jogger Phips speak with confidence is obvious why me and roddy click we TRAPOLOGIST
This shit reminds me of that trap life same hours different grind trap life
Flash back and rewind trap life most niggas don't make it out of this trap life
Exactly what it sounds like trap life steady chasing a dollar trap life
Be damn if I get trapped in this trap life most niggas don't make it out of this trap life
Exactly what it sounds like trap life steady chasing a dollar trap life

Good sense

[Thanks to Cooper, Damantanor for correcting these lyrics]

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