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Trap Don Talkin’

Trap Don Talkin’

Dj Og Bones

Длительность: 3:35
Год: 2025
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(Intro – slow Jeezy tone with ad—libs)

Ayy yeah

You know what time it is, homie

Trap still jumpin', money still runnin'

Ha—ha Let's get it

(Yeeeaaahhh)

Talk that talk

(Verse 1)

I came from the bottom, learned to flip pain to a plan

Used to dream small, now I count with both hands

Same hood, same block, but my vision expanded

Now I'm touchin' bands, movin' how the real demanded

Snow on the line, yeah, I'm talkin' them nights

Had to risk everything just to get my life right

Seen friends turn ghost when the light got bright

But I'm built from the cold, I survived that fight

Money on the table, enemies close by

Had to keep my heater warm just to see sunrise

Trap don't sleep, and neither do I

I was born in the storm, I just learned how to fly

(Pre—Chorus – raspy tone, ad—libs)

Real recognize real, yeah, I see who fake

Talk about loyalty, but it's all in the take

Every brick I laid came from blood and faith

Now I'm posted like a king, can't replace my place

(Yeahhh Let's go)

(Chorus – full trap chant energy)

I'm the trap don talkin', money keep walkin'

Haters keep barkin', I keep sparkin'

Came from the bottom, never asked for a favor

Hustle my religion, every day I get greater

I'm the trap don talkin', streets still know me

Ice on my neck, whole hood owe me

Came from the grind, can't fake my shine

Every scar on my skin came from doin' my time

(Verse 2)

Street taught lessons that school don't teach

You can't talk hustle if your work don't reach

I done seen the best fall for greed and fame

But I stayed solid, never switched my name

Fake ones gossip, real ones count up

Don't talk about pain, I just mount up

Late nights, whippin' till the pack go missin'

Mama prayin' hard, "Lord, don't let him in prison."

Used to dream of a Benz, now I dream of peace

But the streets still call when the money increase

Cold nights, black hoodie, grindin' with a goal

When you live by the code, it get deep in your soul

(Pre—Chorus – slow Jeezy—style delivery)

I don't do the talk, I let numbers explain

Every move I made came from hunger and pain

Still ride clean, still keep that flame

Still hear them whispers, but I don't say names

(Yeahhh That's real talk)

(Chorus – heavy bass, layered vocals)

I'm the trap don talkin', money keep walkin'

Haters keep barkin', I keep sparkin'

Came from the bottom, never asked for a favor

Hustle my religion, every day I get greater

I'm the trap don talkin', streets still know me

Ice on my neck, whole hood owe me

Came from the grind, can't fake my shine

Every scar on my skin came from doin' my time

(Bridge – motivational trap tone)

I told my lil' homie, "Stack, don't flex,"

Don't chase no fame, just chase that check

Move in silence, keep your name out the mix

Don't trust no hand if it come too quick

They don't love you till you up and gone

When you down bad, you standin' alone

So I talk through the beat, this that street sermon

Made it out the flames, but I'm still burnin'

(Verse 3 – storytelling tone)

First twenty grand felt like a million

First heartbreak turned me resilient

Had to learn fast, ain't nobody savin' me

Loyal to the soil, can't fake bravery

These streets don't care, they feed off weak

So I sharpened my mind, learned to move sleek

Now I walk in rooms, and the tension shift

They know I came from struggle but my soul stay lit

Old heads told me, "Stay real to the code,"

Never trust a word if it's lightly told

Now I'm stackin' bricks, not the kind you sell

I'm buildin' foundations, raisin' hell

(Chorus – final strong energy)

I'm the trap don talkin', money keep walkin'

Haters keep barkin', I keep sparkin'

Came from the bottom, never asked for a favor

Hustle my religion, every day I get greater

I'm the trap don talkin', streets still know me

Ice on my neck, whole hood owe me

Came from the grind, can't fake my shine

Every scar on my skin came from doin' my time

(Outro – slow Jeezy—style fade)

Ayy it's the don talkin'

Stay solid, stay hungry, stay cold

If you ain't been down, you can't speak up

Real ones know it's trap or nothin'

Yeahhh