Trap Poet (feat. Veno Stuntin')

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Trap Poet in this thing and I’m coming from the east
Always preaching peace but still always keep a piece
I’m the leader with the bucks but I wasn’t raised in Greece
And you know I never cease to amaze em on these beats
The way the flows keep changing boy I’m feeling like a beast
I got the people raving, star fire when I speak
They say “bring Rob in” when they need a cold feat
Man I feel like Cyborg how I’m blacking with the team
Feel like Teen Titans and I love you if you peeped
Ironic cause I kinda been a titan since a teen
But now I’d rather elevate, do not underestimate
My power make you levitate, you coward you a featherweight
When I send shots ain’t a driver you can designate
To keep y’all from racing into Satan or to Heaven Gates
Hit the mall yesterday, the reason that I’m fresh today
Think I bought territory how I’m cashing and I devastate
Talk a lotta beef, Veno tell me what you heard, uh
When the lions come around it always sound like birds, uh
They respect me and Pop’s name, I’m the third, uh
Already know the word, uh, Stunna, kick yo verse, uh
F*ck it, I’m still keeping it real
Trap Poet talking wet, niggas deep in the field
And any rapper think he better we gone seek him and kill
Say you got money but you know that you ain’t eating for real
And that’s facts baby, hit yall with that Stunna on the track, baby
Get him clapped then relax smoking on some wax lately
Yo mans crazy, I heard that he flipping packs, maybe
Ain’t no passes I need my corner back like I’m Champ Bailey
That’s crazy, I mean brazy and shit
F*ck 12 but I’m the GOAT just like I’m Brady and shit
I’m from Detroit and I be spitting and I’m shady and shit
But my movie is 7 Mile and this the gang in this bitch
So who im hanging with? Niggas, bitches, siblings and all
But if you pick a fight with them you gotta pick with us all
Look what you did, why the f*ck you get my niggas involved
They split a wig, up a mag and leave yo shit on the wall
Had to come right back and spit this truth if y’all ain’t never heard from me
Other niggas dissing sounding pissy ain’t concering me
Boy I’ll take yo misses hit it, condom, ain’t no burning me
Niggas taking Story sauce I swear this shit won’t hurt a thing
If my fellow poet need some help then he alerting me
Said dont take it too far but you know I take it further see
And I been bool with Story since he jotted in his journal we
Gone reach our destination and our goals aint no deterring me
Got em going crazy with the way we switch the verse
Imma give em work, hit his shirt then I dig the dirt
When I flip the bird you will observe that this dish is served
Think I spit the worst? This absurd, boy you sniffing percs
Ain’t no sniffing, just popping, I know that but it truly work
Ain’t no pistols you cocking you only do it in yo verse
Know you wish you could stop it but I ain’t stopping till it’s hearse time
Hit you with knowledge? This ain’t nothing like the first time
The kid talking bad, boy it’s getting worser
I’ll point and click but I’m still not a cursor
Invite a chick, hope the neighbors ain’t heard her
Playing with the box in the bed going er-er
Ee-er, ee-er, got her saying “please sir”
Freak her, feed her, might just give her pizza
Peace her, leave her, now I got amnesia
Keep her?, she know the procedure
Don’t bite my tongue, get it shaking just like a seizure
People say I’m hot and I’m ready, but you ain’t neither
In the brib stacking brazy bread, Little Baesars
I’m really in the game you just reporting from the bleachers
Ironic I ain’t playing, I ain’t stopping what I’m saying
Imma drop until I stomp on all the comp who really basic
Its robots all in the game and they what’s hot and entertaining
But my spot is not for props you better cop the moody tapes and
Where I stay is where I’m stationed, no mistaken I’m amazing
Made a way and then I paved it, watch em trace it goodness gracious
I ain’t famous

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