Trapped lyrics
by Estelle
[Intro]
I'm trapped in
I'm trapped in, I know it
Ayy
I know I'm trapped, I'm trapped, I'm trapped, I know I'm trapped
Yeah, yeah, ayy, look
[Verse]
I heard my n*ggas talkin' 'bout me, whispers gettin' closer (Uh)
n*ggas say I ain't breaking bread, I don't even know you (Uh)
All the sh*t I bought you n*ggas, all the sh*t I taught you, n*gga
Lil' disloyal, ungrateful n*gga, I'm thinkin' I should off you n*ggas
Learned the hard way, keepin' it real may cost a n*gga
All that love and bruh-bruh sh*t, they gon' cross a n*gga (Cross me)
I know that I'm trapped, I know it (I know it)
I know I'm depressed, I show it (I show it)
I'm poppin' Xans, I'm paranoid, I'm fifty and oh, I'm Floyd (Floyd)
Streets ain't never defeatin' me, before I was rappin', I was a G
Money was always on time, my plug ain't never mistreated me
Okay, this the intro, so I'ma set the mood (What's up?)
You thinkin' twice? I am too (Yeah)
So ain't none of you n*ggas cool (Cool)
So now that you know (Know), what you want to do? (Huh?)
Ayy, free my n*gga Five, I got your message, bro, I miss you too
Ridin' in the car with my enemy, them bullets gon' hit you too
And now that you ain't got nothin' against me, I ain't got nothin' against you too, but
Rrr, rrr, rrr, I hope it hit you too
I want his mama to miss him, and I want your people to miss you too
Want that Gucci, Louis, Fendi, so you take them risks (Risks)
And you ain't workin' nine-to fives, you overtime in kitchens (Kitchens)
You bought a Rollie and Cuban 'fore you bought yourself a house (Trapped)
Mama in the hood, you know you forced to move the house (Trapped)
You took n*ggas' work, they went and shot up mama house (Trapped)
You a selfish n*gga, damn near took your mama out (Damn)
n*ggas never thinkin' (Thinkin')
n*gga sippin' lean, drinkin', poppin' pills, sinkin'
pus*y n*ggas linkin', bad b*tches winkin'
Me, eyes open, never blinkin' (Focused)
Ridin' with that Draco, Gotti, what the hell you thinkin'?
Word to Hov, slow it down, Gotti, woah (Woah)
Four hundred for the truck, this ain't the Lam', this the Rolls
Like a hundred-fifty difference, that's a Richard Mille more (Plain)
I'll say five bricks if we wanna talk in code
I'm trapped (It's like I heard the streets talkin' to me)
I'm really, really trapped
Doors closed, nowhere for me to go, n*gga
I'm really, really trapped