Proof - Trapped lyrics

[Proof - Trapped lyrics]

Big Proof, rest in peace doody, we love you
We just wanna keep makin' you proud

My life is trapped in these lines
That’s why I’m packin' these nines
I gotta rap, I ain’t dyin'
That’s in the back of my mind
Got a strap made of iron
Can’t relax on this grind
Bendin' over backwards for these slackers
'til I’m snappin' my spine
Natural high, gotta focus
On these bogus poachers
Lookin' over my shoulder, Proof get
It poppin' like soda, hold up
We nothin' but soldiers, slow up
This gun is loaded, roll up
They beef and we leavin' ‘em coked up
If Slim say it I spray it
If he will it I kill it
We Kilpatrick and Ilitch of Detroit
Y'all can feel it
Real as this gun on my waistline
At war we don’t waste time
He can’t take a punch and 50 can take nine
We got school crap here at the 7, 8
And Dexter
I’m up in Hollis spendin’ dollars
Ain’t feelin' no pressure
Yes sir, your texture is bitch
Betcha you flinch
When Proof shoot up that coup
And wet your whole clique

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