Intro

Okay, okay, yeah

SRB separation confirmed

Coming up on staging the burn out of these twin

Solid rocket boosters at two minutes, five seconds

Yeah, yo

Memoirs of a trafficker

Who's trappier? Money hidden in Africa

Rap game getting scattier

Plus the trap game, so we just move like Mafia

Eight bands drip on me

They just angry cah these cases, they won't stick on me

They think I got a brick on me

Ain't seen one of those for like twenty months

I remember times when they was lining for twenty large, yeah

Or should I say allegedly

Little disclaimer for **** that's getting bread with me

Paper coming in steadily, gotta hide it so cleverly

Trapped on my plug, that **** fuck with me heavily

So many rumours on my name and ain't none of them facts

If a **** took my kettle, put five in his back

How to surivive in the trap, I mean we literally used to record this shit live in the trap

And I don't listen to these ****, ain't true anymore

How these fake **** get in and ruin it for?

It's like nuttin' ain't new anymore

They're just catching up to shit we don't do anymore

And you won't ever catching me looking off brand, never

One man's trash is another man's treasure

Christian on the leather, Saint Laurent any weather

I took a break to let 'em get it together

And now the release of the tape is a little nearer

The difference between real and fake is a little clearer

What's the difference with this flake? It's a little dearer

Yeah, they say 'you get what you pay for'

Yeah, you gotta pay more if you want that yay raw

International meetings, I say I was on a yay tour

And I can get a dozen out by day four

Strictly for my juggers and trappers is what it's made for