I Was Supposed To Be A Trap Rapper

(专辑： All The Brilliant Things - 2021)

I was supposed to be a trap rapper
Mistaken identity, sat me with the back packers
Made it all comfortable, sweet as a redeemer
Duncan or Blade Brown I'm still leaving with Damita
Shouts to who came round when I was speaking through your speakers
On wanting to stay down and the beliefs that they would feed us
Like this turn into that, return of the pact
Where it follows you forever like a murder's attached
I was front row seats for what you heard in my raps
Jumping in and out the ring like an emergency tap, I got us
Same rules apply, aim do or die
But put a mirror in front of me to save who's alive
Like, picture James Baldwin in a room of Frank Lucas'
And Nicky Barnes' and all of their influences
And the mood of it's the same color of the magic
True to the hue of it like you was slumping off a habit
I was tryna Kind of Blue it
But everyone around me was meeting with Guadalupes and eating the conduit
With a trunk full of reasons to see what you follow through with
And bet I understood every dollar they spent to prove it
All together from wherever we bound by
Same block where they sell you a pack out of Crown Fried
To put me in your deck is like I brought you around mine
Just as long as you never expect me to down size
Word to immunity, and all that it do for me
Cause double entendres seem to fit more suitably
They sold you a paradox, I duck those beautifully
Figured it's worth it on the way out like duty free, truthfully
The price tag of what it took of me to get to me, the nerve of me tryna flood Fulton
Street with Dilla beats
And bet I did all the above to a soliloquy
Made trappers go nuts to donuts
The makings of a sacrificial lamb with the backings of a band
Trumpets wrapped around me rapping bout Saran
And all the superheroes that would pack them in sedans
And how everything you waited for can happen in advance
Bottle service, rightfully in the picture
My morning after was playing 9th beats for strippers
Call it a beautiful decay at it's best
The greatest balancing act that ever came off the steps
With the same ones next to me posted up on whatever's left
Same jeweler whether a Jesus piece or a treble clef
And if you was there then you understand
We all came fully prepared with rubber bands
But the more that I was point blanking at forever
The wilder it seemed to me to be stringing this together
Word fly around like we all out on the front page
Third time around it's more Common that one day
It all make sense, depending on who was talking
But me penning for me is me penning for Yusuf Hawkins
And pressing play for who be with it out the top draw
Spending money off of lock jaw in the Glock store
From it all know me to forever rep
My tug of war was LB and L.O.X
Turned into a hybrid and found a way to kill
The hood thought I was wild for turning down major deals
Somebody I write for said yo let it breathe
They don't deserve all of that work that you be setting free
I said I could but if I don't then they don't get to leave
Nor do they get to ignore what the message be
He agreed and said regardless you know that you got it
And I proceeded with the part where I show him his pocket
Took the call for what I seen when no one would show it
My window faced shoot outs, drug overdoses
Envisioning splitting up Henny with my son later
Hoping that he understands what this run gave us
Music for my friends out the trap who's in the box
Either one, while my fat beats fans saved me a spot
Money pouring?, give us anything but privacy
Cause now my old window's a commodity
I guess I gave too much of a fuck when I noticed too many moving vans
Truer words were never written by truer hands, cause yo

I was supposed to be a trap rapper
Club walk throughs, Baller Alert posts
Nah, I wasn't sposed to be a back packer
At least that's what they tell me when I'm back home
Listen, I was supposed to be a trap rapper
Fashion Nova ads, brick money phones
Yo, I wasn't sposed to be a back packer
But shout to the hybrids who followed on my road

Paper-made, tryna pour up something
Bag on me, I can float something
Docked on it like the boat coming
Plug paid, I don't owe nothing
Thank God how the snow coming
Thank God how the stove jumping
Name another tag team that can stand still, be sure we'll run it
'Cause, see, far as the drip (Drip), know that I got it to give (Give)
Cop work with a Goyard, treat it as part of the flip (Flip)
Drug sales come with shooters and model bitches the maneuver
Y'all made it cool to be the user
So I get paid and be the loser, fuck it
Type of time my eye on
Clock leaning like a sidecar
Birds moving like bygones
Part traffic like Zion
Fly pelican, fly on
Wings on 'em, let 'em take flight
Hit a sample with a box cutter
Something numb, what it taste like?
Five hundred for a bottle here
Fifty dollars for a bottle there
Four-fifty worth of sparklers
Make this whole shit change, right?