Trap Spot (feat. Ballout & Blood Money) - Fredo Santana

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Oh, you're telling me I changed on you? Just 'cause you ain't got no change on you? But the blame's on you Keep my ting, boy, I changed on who? Don't make me grab that chain from you That's a shame on you So much rules that I break for you And still you can't even say the truth? I gotta let you go Certain man are gonna make the news While I'm out here makin' moves But I'll pray for you They're gonna tell you that they love you when it benefits But the second that it doesn't, you're irrelevant So it's only day ones that I'm steppin' with And any other nigga actin' salty can get peppered quick I caught niggas doin' funny shit a couple times And when I asked 'em 'bout it, they told me a couple lies Man, you can put it on your sister or your mother's life But I know the truth 'cause I can see it in them brothers' eyes That wasn't part of the plan, no, we ain't part of a gang But we just grew up in the same trench Runnin' from the same feds, jumpin' over same fence Lookin' at my pendant like I wondered where the rain went And no lie, I put seven hundred grams of Benzocaine in my whole nine And press it for the whole night And when I go back to my trap in the morning I dash it all down and feel i'm actually ballin' Oh, you're telling me I changed on you? Just 'cause you ain't got no change on you? But the blame's on you Keep my ting, boy, I changed on who? Don't make me grab that chain from you That's a shame on you So much rules that I break for you And still you can't even say the truth? I gotta let you go Certain man are gonna make the news While I'm out here makin' moves But I'll pray for you My nigga Melo just came out the can So you know I had to put somethin' straight in his hand And it wasn't from no trap, it came straight from the bank Boy, you know I'm washin' up money big from the trap Only time that they caught me lackin' Your block saw a couples shootings and some naughty steppings Could've sent my lil' niggas but I'm for the action This is more than rappin' Walkin' with a ten, I don't need to talk on that 'Cause we're in the thick of it I was 13 on the block, hittin' little bits Now when I'm look in my pop, there's a brick in it I poured the mix and triple it But still I'm on the millions, takin' pictures with the little kids But no lie, for my young boy guilty For the murder, I'm like, "Oh my, he's gonna get us all life" So when I go back to my yard in the evening I'm looking to the sky, thankin' God for this freedom Oh, you're telling me I changed on you? Just 'cause you ain't got no change on you? But the blame's on you Keep my ting, boy, I changed on who? Don't make me grab that chain from you That's a shame on you So much rules that I break for you And still you can't even say the truth? I gotta let you go Certain man are gonna make the news While I'm out here makin' moves But I'll pray for you

Man I'm levelling up I can't switch up or feel like I said it enough My OG's taught me show love but never to trust I help niggas out, they still moan it's never enough I'm busy, still my she chick wants all of my time Told her she's gon' have to wait, cos I'm all on my grind Man I'm chasing after money and that's all of the time How you think I blew 10 in the mall in Dubai? It's Fredo, I'm young and bossy Them niggas love to copy We're bringing straps everywhere you won't get nothing from me You know I step steady, got a show I get ready Step out to my shows all them hoes wanna sex Freddie When I was back in jail I never used to get any Came home, bought a wet Bezzy now they get friendly Man I pray for my sins and I pay for my tings Gave little man a pack and said don't play with the ting My new straps full there's no space in the ting Bro's away on the wing, so I wait for the ring Last year I put all of my faith in some cling Now I feel like this music might blatantly win Man I'm heavy on these tracks and I'm spending all these racks My uncle wants P's but I know he'll spend it on some crack Are you feeling my pain? Used to sit in my cell like damn I'm needing a change Come home and go right back to dealing again Man I'm levelling up I can't switch up or feel like I said it enough My OG's taught me show love but never to trust I help niggas out, they still moan it's never enough I'm busy, still my chick she wants all of my time Told her she's gon' have to wait cos I'm all on my grind Man I'm chasing after money and that's all of the time How you think I blew 10 in the mall in Dubai? The lifestyle's got your chick moist Them man are dead she wants the big boys Straps got a sick choice We the reason why them clicks join You can't talk about the kid, my ting rolls like Bitcoin They young OG, he's steady reppin' Stay heavy steppin' catch one tryna check him Clean hearted dude been reppin' from a yute Like FIFA trouble my circle it was shoot, no lies Hella birds tryna get at the kid, no hype Fuck dat there's hella birds in the crib, there's no time My jail bruddah said "K rap" I said timing, I'm grinding There's no way that I'm rhyming and just surviving I'm all for the peace but still bang mine All in the streets blud I'll bang mine These half-steppers, talking all that killing shit with gang signs Then in the dock ruining a mans life, it's sad times Man I'm levelling up I can't switch up or feel like I said it enough My OG's taught me show love but never to trust I help niggas out, they still moan it's never enough I'm busy, still my chick she wants all of my time Told her she's gon' have to wait cos I'm all on my grind Man I'm chasing after money and that's all of the time How you think I blew 10 in the mall in Dubai