Trap Or Die Reloaded lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Trap Or Die 2
The king has returned
That’s it
Yeah
Yeah, look

[Verse]
Here I come, I hope you n*ggas ready
Like the handle on the vision, how I hold this b*tch steady
See you doing big sh*t and n*ggas get petty (Petty)
Don’t try to get me, n*gga, get fetti
Been a motherf*cking minute, how you n*ggas been?
We got a lot to talk about, where should we begin?
Can’t trust these n*ggas ‘cause they unholy (Holy)
It’s every man for hisself, that’s what the streets showed me
And I demand my respect, that’s what the streets owe me
And I don’t speak on street cred ‘cause it speak for me
I watched n*ggas do some sh*t I couldn’t understand (‘Stand)
You know I stay prepared for it, didn’t under-plan (Nah), yeah
What he thinking? Got him wondering
Meanwhile, I’m working wonders, I’m the Wonder-Man
I woke up feeling all Trap Or Die 2-ish (2-ish)
Still counting old money, think I’m half-Jewish
And if you thought that I was over then you half-foolish
That n*gga Young, he gets it done, these n*ggas half-do this, yeah! (Yeah)
I tell them, “Who better?” (Who better?)
Don’t get it f*cked up, n*gga, not ever (Ever)
It’s the n*gga that you love to hate, they call him “Young”
The big homie sat me down when I was young—he said:
“I hope that you ready, ‘cause you the one” (One)
So I listened to him, stayed down, and bought me one (One)
I took a trip to the Greenbriar Mall and bought me some (Some)
I learned me a valuable lesson, it taught me something (What’s that?)
If you believe, you shall achieve (‘Chieve)
That street money’ll buy you some sh*t you wouldn’t believe (Yeah)
All types of homes and watches, luxury cars (Cars)
Why the hell y’all think I be spitting luxury bars? (Yeahhh)
Let me ask you a question: Do you believe? (‘Lieve)
‘Cause right now, it’s Young and them—who you believe?
Take a trip with me down Memory Ave. (Ave.)
Seven O’s, nines, and splits, and fifty slabs (Damn)
Flood the streets, typhoon-style, ’til it’s a drought
It’ll turn you to a marketing genius, a Steve Stoute (Yeah)
Told him, “500 a piece, bring me a gram” (Gram)
n*gga think I’m showing him love, I’m building my brand (Haha!)
Why the hell you think I sold all them nines? ‘Cause I’m a leader (Leader)
Came from the jungle, more stripes than a f*cking zebra (Zebra)
Born on the day of the ounce, the 28th (Eighth)
n*gga sign was a scale, we knew we would sell weight (Young!)
Type of n*gga know I’m the sh*t, I feel stank (Stank)
And right now, I’m feeling myself, I feel faint (Yeah)
Chances of making it out, they ain’t great
You want to hear it from somebody that done it? I feel great
Do it for the times I was stressed, I lost weights (Weight)
Patrolling, accepting my past, I lost eight (Damn)
Tell you the rest on the album, that’s all that I got to say (Say)
This that Trap Or Die 2, that 103 on the way, what’s up!
[Outro]
Yeah!
Who better, n*gga?