Mega Ran - Trap (The King's Theme) Lyrics

You ain't 'bout no murda
You ain't 'bout no killin'
Stand up for yourself, brotha
Go on, raise your children
Got two cities all on my back
Got two fifties all in my lap
Knock these snitches off of the map
Man, I ain't buying all that
You a King!
You ain't a gangsta or no hustler
You ain't a pimp, man, you my brother
Cnd yo, the sooner you discover
Showin' love don't make you a sucka

I was on world tours
While you was on World Star
Marveling at how trifling these girls are
Spending your advance on a chain and a sports car
Tryna get support in your city is like Dolly in a sports bra
Used to change my D's into B's on my report card
Now I got a seat where the ccademy cwards are
They say you like the Johann of your time
With your grind, you should be on in no time
Problem is, I don't bite my tongue for no cosigns
Nigerian nightmare, dragging folks to the goal line
Christian Okoye, rippin' through the foyer
Get it the raw way, Philly to Broadway
If you don't work, then you don't eat
We put in work, yeah, you know me
Times is hard, but we ain't stressin'
Count your money but count your blessings

Brother, pull your pants up
Stand up like a man, bruh
I know times is hard sometimes
We struggle for an answer
But this stuff is cancer, eatin' at your soul
Now we fightin' over materials we ain't even got control
Television is poison, radio is straight poison
Reality TV ain't the only place of employment
While you think you enjoyin'
Cll they doin' is destroyin'
They ain't gotta kill us off, fam, we do the job for them