Songtext The trap Derek Minor

The trap

It's a cold world, on the south side, when they catch you, with a .45, the trap
And the world don't care about us but they want more for the camera's, the trap
Pour your brains out, Facebook live, you hashtag, that's your life, the trap
Mama told us, that we need God, but the rent due is the most high, the trap

Yeah I know a couple dealers
And a couple gangbangers
Tryna run off with they money
Guarantee they will steal you with the stainers
[?] used to call us monkeys
'Til we started tipping with bananas
Throwing seeds at your head
Now your melon fruit salad
Whole body full of rage
Whole soul full of pain
When hurt people hurt people
You gon' hear the chi' chi' from the gage
Yeah I'm talking 'bout race
And any type I can think
And I said to your face
Well hallelujah that's grace
This record might be the end of me
Yeah, I probably will have some enemies
Don't shoot the messenger
This what the Lord been giving me
Someone to re-envision our history
You got a college degree
You made it out of the trap
You are not a politician
Why don't you get back around
By the way, they say when you get paid
And you get a lil' fame that everything change
But I can't tell, it still feel the same
'Cause every time I'm in the store
The police watching me, watching me, watching me
My 800 credit store, help me get it low
But my neighbors think I'm selling dope
Oh my, I'm just giving y'all a glimpse into my life
Even if you color blind, your vision still in black or white
You see me

God bless the trap
God bless the trap, yeah
God bless the trap
God bless the trap, yeah
God bless the trap
God bless the trap, yeah
God bless the trap
God bless the trap, yeah