The Trap. My Favorite Spot Yo. I'm There Alot. Counting Stacks, Smoking,Killing A Few Bitches. My Brother Got Bout 10 Hoes Walking Round This Mf Butt Ass Naked. Counting Money, Weighing Weed, And Cooking Dope. Shit Get On My Nerves. I Can Count The Money My Damn Self. But That Cooking Shit,I'll Leave It To Them. I Remember When I First Came to The Trap. I Was 19 I Told My Dad I Wanted To Be Down. Not Completely Down But Down Where I'd Make Money To Not That I Needed It, But There's Never Too Much Money. My Bro Been Down Since He Was 15 . He 25 Now. 10 Years. I Remember When Pops First Started , He Was Selling Dime Bags on the side of a Laundromat. Now he flying cross The Damn country. Trap Houses Ran In Different States. He Doing Good And I'm Proud Of My Old Man.. It's Just He got so many enemies. Death Threats Car Explosions. Being Shot At. That Hasn't Stopped Him Plus They Always Find The Nigga And Kill Em. I Love When He Let's Me Kill. Shits Exhilarating.
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