Trapped

Big Proof, rest in peace dudey, we love you We just wanna keep making you proud, heh My life is trapped in these lines That's why I'm packing these nines I gotta rap I ain't dyin' That's in the back of my mind Got a strap made of iron Can't relax on this grind Bending over backwards for these slackers 'Til I'm snapping my spine Natural high...I gotta focus On these bogus poachers Looking over my shoulder Proof get it popping like soda hold up We nothing but soldiers!!! Slow up! This gun is loaded!!! Roll up! They beef and we leaving 'em coked up!!! If Em say it I spray it If he will it I kill it We Kilpatrick and ill it Yo Detroit, know I can feel it Real as this gun on my waistline At war we don't waste time Blow up magic can't take a punch And fifty can take 9, brah We got Schoolcraft here at the seven-eight and Dexter I'm up in Hollis spending dollars ain't feeling no pressure Yes sir, ya texta' is bitch Bet you you flinch when Proof shoot up that coup And wet your whole clique