Trapped

Trapped Lyrics

They still be running, grinding
It was like, you ain't really give a fuck

I'm right here and I'm saying that it's wack sauce
Everything that you do, tryna be the boss

I mean, honestly pursuing it?
It's a trap!

(That's what it's called by the way)

It's a trap night nigga, here we go again
Chill at the door, wide open so I'm going in
Through her bedroom, I could see my mama's tears

Please mama don't cry. you know I hate crying