Born in the Trap

I was born in the cross hairs without a pot to piss in Where niggas get smoked over Jordans and their Pippens Welcome to California, nah, it ain't cold as New York But life is a bitch out here, word to Too Short Whack was a shooter so we called him Tony Kukoc Gang banging had us addicted like it was new ports Whoever thought that it would spread like petroleum Now BP connect got us praying to them holy men Just had a daughter homie, named her Katrina If I raise her right, then maybe she can take over FEMA Spike Lee in New Orleans shooting documentaries And Game still in Cali eating off the documentary Take em to the symmetry I mean the cemetery Where everybody boxed in, refrigerator Perry And everybody little fuck up, they blame it on Barack 'Cause he's just like T.I. born in the trap And everybody little fuck up, they blame it on Barack 'Cause he's just like Gucci, born in the trap And everybody little fuck up, they blame it on Barack 'Cause he's just like Jeezy, born in the trap And every little fuck up, my gun she go, "crack" 'Cause I'm just like Outkast, born in the trap So what's going on with you faggots? And what you gonna do when your swagger no longer matters? And your bitch ain't the baddest 'cause she in her mid-40s And your phantom played out so you hating on the shorties 'Cause they running around like they was your age and you was your age Fucking bitches raw 'cause now the world ain't got no AIDS Yeah, 2050 all you niggas gold diggers Sucked you dry left them hickeys on you niggas I used to run around like you, run the town like you Walk my red nose and clown like you, but it got old like Betty White This rap shit real deep like Barry White Reminiscing on the days I used to carry white Walking though them Crip hoods in the Cherry Nikes Now I lead a married life, walking in the house, to them home-cooked meals Joint American Express accounts and less dollar bills Niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stack Just like Goodie Mob, I was born in the trap Niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stack But just like Luda, I was born in the trap Niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stack But like Soulja Boy, I was born in the trap Broke ass niggas still begging for a stack Take 'em to Shawty Lo, nigga, learn how to trap Shit deeper than The Roots band Fifteens drumming, questlove in the coupe fam Riding through Pittsburgh, Wiz got the Steelers Born by the jungle so I came with gorillas Since niggas dropping more dimes than we fuckin' We out the hood, tryna get money like Pete Touchin Splitting backboards just to get our weed stuffed in The crack we cookin, we don't need ovens We need something to put in the mouth of our kids Instead of copping chains, lets fly to Chile and dig Go to Haiti and feed to the Bahamas and breathe On the way back, to my nigga Sean from Belize, you know Sometimes I feel like this rap shit is heaven sent Then I get a high, feel like it's irrelevant So I'm about to pop the trunk like an elephant And campaign with Wyclef while he run for president I'm 'bout to pop the trunk like an elephant And campaign with Wyclef while he run for president Told you I was gonna kill this shit, Primo You know rockin' with the best