Lyrics:

Luca Brasi
You know we `posed to have life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness
For some reason, maybe it`s just me,I don`t feel like I have those rights
I`m in the buildin` right now
Hey, listen to me one minute
Hey, you know how this shit reallly `posed to be goin`
Know what I`m sayin`?
What up?

Still got two phones, in the trenches, where the robbers at
Put a stamp on in the backroom, I want all of that
Bought it in the trap, bought a knife and a pie
I come from the same place, we still hustle when it`s hot
Make America trap again
Make America trap again
Make America trap again
Make America trap again

Still connected with the plug, but we keep that on the low
I got it out the mud, goin` hard is all I know
Tryna make the trap great again, great again
Tryna make the trap great again, great again

I drop time on first time non-violent offenders
Drop the bricks to thirteen-five, right in the city
I drop the gas to a dollar three-five, I`m tryna get richer
Let the families from Mexico go be back with they children
Free Larry Hoover, Jeff Fort, they political prisoners
They treat the Muslims unfair, that`s in all of the systems
They tryna break my nigga Ralo, tell the fam that we miss him
They put that panel against, you gotta stand on that witness
That`s all the way

Still got two phones, in the trenches, where the robbers at
Put a stamp on in the backroom, I want all of that
Bought it in the trap, bought a knife and a pie
I come from the same place, we still hustle when it`s hot
Make America trap again
Make America trap again
Make America trap again
Make America trap again
Still connected with the plug, but we keep that on the low
I got it out the mud, goin` hard is all I know
Tryna make the trap great again, great again
Tryna make the trap great again, great again

Whatchu talkin` about when dude tried to rob me
I was solo, I ain`t have no one `round me
I go anywhere, I ain`t got no boundaries
Election time, it was tight for Obama
Streets stalker, what, you upped the revolver?
What I did, bitch? I grabbed for the gun
You let off two times,
one in the hip and back of my leg right under my ass
Bullet hit, breakin` the bone in half
Hospital two weeks and a half
After that I healed up in a cell
Prayin` to God when I was in jail
Going in black, they put you through hell
Holdin` you ransom, raisin` your bail
Throw you a sandwich, hot nigga, yeah
Yeah, I`m fully prepared

Still got two phones, in the trenches, where the robbers at
Put a stamp on in the backroom, I want all of that
Bought it in the trap, bought a knife and a pie
I come from the same place, we still hustle when it`s hot
Make America trap again
Make America trap again
Make America trap again
Make America trap again
Still connected with the plug, but we keep that on the low
I got it out the mud, goin` hard is all I know
Tryna make the trap great again, great again
Tryna make the trap great again, great again