Born In The Trap Lyrics - The R.e.d. Album - Game

(Verse 1) 

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 Short 

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, almost named her Katrina 

If I raise her right, then maybe she can take over FEMA 

Spike Lee in New Orleans shooting documentaries 

And Game still in Cali eating off The Documentary 

Take em to the symmetry I mean the cemetery 

Where everybody boxed in: Refrigerator Perry 

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(Hook) 

And every little fuck up, they blame it on Barack 

Cause he's just like T.I.: Born in the Trap 

And every little fuck up, they blame it on Barack 

Cause he's just like Gucci: Born in the Trap 

And every little fuck up, they 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 

(Verse 2) 

So what's going on with you faggots? 

And what you gonna do when your swagger 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, when you 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 Nikes 

Now I live a married life, walking in the house, to them home-cooked meals 

Joint American Express accounts and less dollar bills 

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(Hook) 

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 

Broke ass niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stack 

Take 'em to Shawty Lo, nigga, learn how to Trap 

(Verse 3) 

Shit deeper than The Roots band 

15's drumming,? uestlove in the coupe 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 backwoods 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, lets fly to Chile and dig 

Go to Haiti and feed, to the Bahamas and breathe 

On the way back, scoop my nigga Shyne 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 'bout to pop the trunk like an elephant 

And campaign with Wyclef while he run for president 

Told you I was gonna kill this shit, Premo.