[Intro]

(WhyJay)

[Chorus]

My mother yeah she don't know where her son went

Cause' I was in the trap

Early mornin' I'm flyin' up, I roll straight to them flats

The bando's and the nitty's yards I've slept in for this cash

There's bloodstains on these roadsides, that's why we got these waps

I fucked around, fell in love with the dope dealing yeah

My niggas down, you don't want this pole squeezin' yeah

All I know is that I soon be global, give my nigga money for a postal

Jail snakes around, watch the cobras

Mix the coca with the cola

[Verse 1]

Up early mornin' handin' out these testers

Lifestyle I live yeah, tryna add up these extras

In the jail house, my brother wirin' electrics

DSQ yeah, with Gucci slides I was steppin'

They say they love me but it's fabricated

I remember goin' country off all these papers

My smoke got me feelin' comfy when I'm on the pavement

Most of them say they love me yeah but by the Opps I’m hated

Free all my niggas on servery yeah, I know you frustrated

All of my bros in the dope game yeah, we gettin' these payments

Came up out the jungle, all of my niggas gorillas

They hopin' that we fumble, all of my niggas winners

[Chorus]

My mother yeah she don't know where her son went

Cause' I was in the trap

Early mornin' I'm flyin' up, I roll straight to them flats

The bando's and the nitty's yards I've slept in for this cash

There's bloodstains on these roadsides, that's why we got these waps

I fucked around, fell in love with the dope dealing yeah

My niggas down, you don't want this pole squeezin' yeah

All I know is that I soon be global, give my nigga money for a postal

Jail snakes around, watch the cobras

Mix the coca with the cola

[Verse 2]

In my mothers eyes I was born a winner

In the judges eyes I was born a sinner

Free the bros, wish I was ballin' with you

The road are sticky, I had to borrow the spinner

This life is too fast, I'm in the fast lane, no brakes yeah

Runnin' to the cash, I'm only tryna see the queens faces yeah

Swear we come up from these council houses

Swear I've pebbled down a thousand ounces

Swear this leans got me feelin' drowsy

In the trap with the fiends around me

Yeah, I'm comin' straight with the gang, gang, gang

Yeah, yeah, my broski will make it bang, bang, bang

Yeah, yeah, swear he thought he was the man

I'm in the trap yard with a plan

I scream free my drilla's til' they land

T-House with the pots and the pans

Fiends round, tryna run up them bands

Got me puttin' down on them grams

Tryna get it with a mic in my hand

[Chorus]

My mother yeah she don't know where her son went

Cause' I was in the trap

Early mornin' I'm flyin' up, I roll straight to them flats

The bando's and the nitty's yards I've slept in for this cash

There's bloodstains on these roadsides, that's why we got these waps

I fucked around, fell in love with the dope dealing yeah

My niggas down, you don't want this pole squeezin' yeah

All I know is that I soon be global, give my nigga money for a postal

Jail snakes around, watch the cobras

Mix the coca with the cola