Skyzoo - I Was Supposed to be a Trap Rapper lyrics

I was supposed to be a trap rapper
Mistaken identity
Sat me with the backpackers
Made it all comfortable, sweet as a redeemer
Duncan or Blade Brown I'm
Still leaving with Damita
Shouts to who came 'round when I
Was speaking through your speakers
On wanting to stay down and the
Beliefs that they would feed us, like
This turn into that, return of the pact
Where it follow you forever
Like a murder's attached
I was front row seats for what
You heard in my raps
Jumping in and out the ring
Like an emergency tap, i got us
Same rule apply, aim do or die
But put a mirror in front of
Me to save who's alive, like
Picture James Baldwin in a
Room of Frank Lucas'
And Nicky Barnes' and all of their influences
And the mood of it the
Same color of the magic
True to the hue of it like
You was slumping off a habit
I was tryna Kind of Blue it
But everyone around me was meeting with
Guadalupes and eating the conduit
With a trunk full of reasons to
See what you follow through with
And bet I understood every dollar
They spent to prove it
All together from wherever we bound by
Same block where they sell you a
Pack out of Crown Fried
To put me in your deck is
Like I brought you around mine
Just as long as you never
Expect me to downsize
Word to immunity, and all that it do for me
'Cause double entendres seem to
Fit more suitably they sold you a paradox
I duck those beautifully
Figured it's worth it on the
Way out like duty free, truthfully
The price tag of what it took
Of me to get to me
The nerve of me tryna flood
Fulton Street with Dilla beats
And bet I did all the above to a soliloquy
Made trappers go nuts to Donuts
The makings of a sacrificial lamb with
The backings of a band
Trumpets wrapped around me
Rapping 'bout Saran
And all the superheroes that would
Pack 'em in sedans
And how everything you waited for
Can happen in advance
Bottle service rightfully in the picture
My morning after was playing
9th beats for strippers
Call it a beautiful decay at it's best
The greatest balancing act that ever
Came off the steps
With the same ones next to me
Posted up on whatever's left
Same jeweler whether a Jesus piece
Or a treble clef yeah, and if you was
There then you understand
We all came fully prepared with rubber bands
But the more that I was
Point blanking at forever
The wilder it seemed to me
To be stringing this together
Word fly around like we all
Out on the front page
Third time around it's more
Common that one day it all make sense
Depending on who was talking
But me penning for me is
Me penning for Yusuf Hawkins
And pressing play for who be with
It out the top drawer
Spending money off of lock jaw
In the Glock store
And from it all, know me to forever rep
My tug of war was L-B and L-O-X
Turned into a hybrid and found a way to kill
The hood thought I was wild
For turning down major deals
Somebody I write for said, "Yo
Let it breathe
They don't deserve all of that work
That you be setting free" i said
"I could but if I don't then
They don't get to leave
Nor do they get to ignore
What the message be"
He agreed and said, "Regardless
You know that you got it"
And I proceeded with the part where
I show him his pocket
Took the call for what I seen
When no one would show it
My window faced shootouts, drug overdoses
Envisioning splitting up Henny with
My son later
And hoping that he understand what
This run gave us
Music for my friends out the
Trap who in the box either one
While my Fat Beats fans saved me a spot
Money pouring give us anything but privacy
'Cause now my old window's a commodity
I guess I gave too much of a fuck
When I noticed too many moving vans
Truer words were never written
By truer hands, 'cause, yo

I was supposed to be a trap rapper
Club walk-throughs, Baller Alert posts
Yeah, I wasn't sposed to be a backpacker
At least that's what they tell
Me when I'm back home
Listen, I was supposed to be a trap rapper
Fashion Nova ads, brick money phones
Yo, I wasn't supposed to be a back packer
But shout to the hybrids who
Followed on my road, for real

Paper made, tryna pour up somethin'
Bag on me, I can float somethin'
Docked on it like the boat comin'
Plug paid, I don't owe nothin'
Thank God how the snow comin'
Thank God how the stove jumpin'
Name another tag team that can stand still
Be sure we'll run it
'Cause, see, far as the drip
(Drip) , know that I got it to give (Give)
Cop work with a Goyard
Treat it as part of the flip (Flip)
Drug sales come with shooters and
Model bitches the maneuver
Y'all made it cool to be the user
So I get paid and be the loser, fuck it
Type of time my eye on
Clock leanin' like a sidecar
Birds movin' like bygones
Part traffic like Zion fly pelican, fly on
Wings on 'em, let 'em take flight
Hit a sample with a box cutter
Somethin' numb, what it taste like?
Five hundred for a bottle here
Fifty dollars for a bottle there
Four-fifty worth of sparklers
Make this whole shit change, right?