Trappin Out by TheGodlyRiskTakers Lyrics
[Chorus: GodlyRiskTaker A]
Yeah you know that we on top, never gon’ stop
Yeah we do too many shows
But drugs takin’ me, I don’t know how to feel
I don’t know how I stopped so low
Yeah I know I’ve done too much, but this pain just keeps on coming slow
Don’t know how to feel, my body hurts, and now I can feel my halo
Yeah you know that we on top, never gon’ stop
Yeah we do too many shows
But drugs takin’ me, I don’t know how to feel
I don’t know how I stopped so low
Yeah I know I’ve done too much, but this pain just keeps on coming slow
Don’t know how to feel, my body hurts, and now I can feel my halo
[Verse 1: Dark Vip3r]
Got the cash, I'm in a higher social class
And I'ma go fast, move forward from the past
Party all night, have a blast
Cuz my feelings are vast
Yeah, no risk no reward
Just bought a new Ford
Feelin' powerful, feelin' like a lord
I got a strong presence, can't be ignored
Me and TGRT are the gamers, hatеrs couldn't be lamer
I take risks, I'm a bеast tamer
Yeah I'm VIP3R, long distance range, I'm a sniper
Haters are babies, they still wearin' diapers
Now I'ma switch it up, pass it down
[Verse 2: GodlyRiskTaker S]
Ain’t gonna stop ‘cuz you know I got those flows
Tellin’ me to stop ‘cuz I ain’t gonna blow
You know I be poppin’ at the top
Got that edu, ain’t ever gonna stop
Ain’t gonna clown you once again
Under that weather, ain’t ever gonna rain
Switchin’ that box, you know i am the one
Ain't runnin’ again, I ain’t on the run
People tellin’ me that I am crazy
Madmen ain’t bein’ lazy, eyesight hazy
Tellin’ me, I'm the one that's wrong
Slappin’ these bars like this ain’t the song
Doubted me once, gonna waste my time
People tellin’ me this ain't gonna rhyme
Rappin’ like the 10, ain't gonna be the one
She took me away, ain’t giving me back
Yuh, she got me in the bag
Buying like rich, and ain’t a snitch
Makin’ those bars like it ain’t nothing
Trappin out the game with my boy, Viper
Haters tellin’ me that I ain’t got the sniper
Ain’t talkin’ bout the past, goin up
Got the game in the bag, yuh
Racin’ to the end, yuh
Yeah you know that we on top, never gon’ stop
Yeah we do too many shows
But drugs takin’ me, I don’t know how to feel
I don’t know how I stopped so low
Yeah I know I’ve done too much, but this pain just keeps on coming slow
Don’t know how to feel, my body hurts, and now I can feel my halo
Yeah you know that we on top, never gon’ stop
Yeah we do too many shows
But drugs takin’ me, I don’t know how to feel
I don’t know how I stopped so low
Yeah I know I’ve done too much, but this pain just keeps on coming slow
Don’t know how to feel, my body hurts, and now I can feel my halo
[Verse 1: Dark Vip3r]
Got the cash, I'm in a higher social class
And I'ma go fast, move forward from the past
Party all night, have a blast
Cuz my feelings are vast
Yeah, no risk no reward
Just bought a new Ford
Feelin' powerful, feelin' like a lord
I got a strong presence, can't be ignored
Me and TGRT are the gamers, hatеrs couldn't be lamer
I take risks, I'm a bеast tamer
Yeah I'm VIP3R, long distance range, I'm a sniper
Haters are babies, they still wearin' diapers
Now I'ma switch it up, pass it down
[Verse 2: GodlyRiskTaker S]
Ain’t gonna stop ‘cuz you know I got those flows
Tellin’ me to stop ‘cuz I ain’t gonna blow
You know I be poppin’ at the top
Got that edu, ain’t ever gonna stop
Ain’t gonna clown you once again
Under that weather, ain’t ever gonna rain
Switchin’ that box, you know i am the one
Ain't runnin’ again, I ain’t on the run
People tellin’ me that I am crazy
Madmen ain’t bein’ lazy, eyesight hazy
Tellin’ me, I'm the one that's wrong
Slappin’ these bars like this ain’t the song
Doubted me once, gonna waste my time
People tellin’ me this ain't gonna rhyme
Rappin’ like the 10, ain't gonna be the one
She took me away, ain’t giving me back
Yuh, she got me in the bag
Buying like rich, and ain’t a snitch
Makin’ those bars like it ain’t nothing
Trappin out the game with my boy, Viper
Haters tellin’ me that I ain’t got the sniper
Ain’t talkin’ bout the past, goin up
Got the game in the bag, yuh
Racin’ to the end, yuh