The Game - Born In The Trap lyrics

I was born in the crosshairs without
A pot to piss in
Where niggas get smoked over their
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 $hort
Wack as a shooter so we called him Tony Kukoc
Gang banging had us addicted
Like it was Newports
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
The Game still in Cali
Eating off The Documentary
Take em to the cemetry I mean the cemetary
Where everybody boxed down:
Refrigerator Perry

And everybody fuck up and blame it on Barack
Cause he's just like T.I...:
Born in the Trap
And everybody fuck up and blame it on Barack
Cause he's just like Gucci: Born in the Trap
And everybody fuck up and 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 swag 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
Fucking bitches raw cause now the
World ain't got no AIDS
Yeah, 2050 on these niggas
Golddiggers sucked you dry left
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 Niks
Now I live a married life
Walking in the house
To the 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
Niggas still got their hands out
Begging for a stack
Take em to Shawty Lo, nigga
Learn how to Trap

Shit deeper than the roof's bent
15′s drumming, Questlove in the coup 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?
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
Let's 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 about 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