كلمات
Here's a trap lyric for you:
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Verse 1:
They don’t see the struggle, they just want the flex,
Countin' all these blessings, now they wanna text.
Came up from the dirt, now I’m cashin’ checks,
Turned my pain into a brand, now I’m the next.
Late nights, plotting moves on the low-low,
Racks in the safe, gotta keep it solo.
Fake love in my circle, had to let go,
Now I’m flyin’ high, eyes on the bankroll.
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Chorus:
I’m in my bag now, money don’t fold,
Ice on my wrist, heart stay cold.
Came from the trenches, stories untold,
Made it to the top, yeah, I broke the mold.
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Verse 2:
Whip tinted black, ghost ride through the city,
Haters on my line, yeah, they always actin’ petty.
Hundred on the dash, every move look gritty,
Came from the mud, now my life look pretty.
Trap phone buzzin’, deals in the works,
Dreams too big, had to double up the perks.
They tried to hold me down, now I’m up first,
Flipped all my losses, turned 'em into worth.
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Chorus:
I’m in my bag now, money don’t fold,
Ice on my wrist, heart stay cold.
Came from the trenches, stories untold,
Made it to the top, yeah, I broke the mold.
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Bridge:
They ain’t see the nights when I prayed for a sign,
Now I’m on my grind, every star gotta shine.
Built this empire, brick by brick,
Now they wanna know how