Love the Trap - Nines, Krystal, P-Dubbz

Back in the day most my olders were coke heads

All I used to do was smoke weed and rob mopeds

I used to think it was fun on the block

When we was rushing running from cops

Robbin man for their pokemon cards

Every night me and T catching joke in my yard

My brudda ran the block so I was royalty

Now he’s gone only couple niggas show their loyalty

I wanted to be like the OGs

So I started sellin weed with my codies

Me and Streetz went half on a Q

Don’t laugh cause it’s true

I turnt a half into 2

Turned that to a Z

Back then that was loads of cash

Woke up in the morning someone stole my stash

It’s cool though cause that only made me strong

Lengths said he was gonna bring me in but he was taking long

Started writing grime bars

Funds dropped me a Z I turned it to a 9 bar

But I wouldn’t stop there

Cah I was on a mission

Me and Soup started going in so fuck the competition

Tryna hide it from mum that I get dough

Cah I’m still in year 9 with grills and a techno

Bought a tried to chill around fiends

But it didn’t work out for my million pound dreams

I’ve been struggling all my life

This pain got a aim too tight

I’m on my grind

With money on my mind

So focus on these packs

I blow a stack and I make it back

I love the trap

I love the trap

Because my third eye is now half wide

Pre-meditating

Mind elevation

Vision saying I made it

So we can really see the stacks levitate on the playlist

Don’t be surprised when you see me rolling round town

But the fire still goes down in the booth

I really do this ting

See, I ain’t tryna pretend to rap

I’m just spittin facts and I just come to bless the track

I told my little donny watch the friends that you keep

Talk is cheap talk about you every week

See they’d rather see you die than see you multiply

These anti social guys don’t wana nothing they’d rather see you smoked tonight

My niggas hanging round here when it’s cops sittin plannin on handin out years

Gun shots test in the park nobody cares

Yutes chill on the block, hangin on stairs

Praying for better days with the canes and the cell

exchange flames so the beef cooking is well done

Far too young but gone too far to turn back

Many got hyped cause the stripes they’re tryna earn bad

Have you learned that enough good yutes thinkin they turned bad