Trapped - Proof

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