Текст песни Trapped

They still be grinding and running
trying to get into something or nothing
i remember them days when the block got hot bullets flying for the what
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
You aint really really doing it (nah)
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
All i smell is Hennessy mixed wit my mamas fearsJeezy - Trapped - http://ru.motolyrics.com/jeezy/trapped-lyrics.html
Please mama don't cry. you know I hate crying
I'll try my best not to die you know i hate dying
380 for my 13th birthday
i promised dawg i wouldn't let y'all muthafuckas hurt me
see yall get back jeezy got an automatic
Every time i turn the t.v on a nigga sein static
cuz they forgot to pay them cable folks
the niggas in my first class got them cable jokes
open up the frigerator n see some old milk
shit been siitin so long look like some old soup
ive been cursed since the day this earth heard me
ive been cursed since the day my mother birthed me
and how id i get here in the first place
oh thats right see the trapp was my birth place