I want the same sneakers as my older brothers for back-to-school
I represent my block even in the playground
Every time I come back from vacation and they ask me where I was
I answer "I stayed in the neighborhood, I squatted in Paris all summer"

In the trap house (in the trap house)
I'm in the trap house (I'm in the trap house)
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I'm in the trap house (I'm in the trap house)
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I'm in the trap house (I'm in the trap house)

I'm in the block, with some blocks in my pants
Come see me one of these days so I can unlock
The routine is killing me, the police are making the pavement dance
In front of the judicial police officer, I'm called Stubborn
The kids find me hot
I join my baby who finds me cute
Not so much when I pull out my thing
On the left lane, without the highway code
I drive, I leave my problems for tomorrow
And head to the trap house, long before the time of Nintendo
Long before Totally Spies I'm spacey
I have hot blood, I don't play paintball
The little ones take me as an example, but for example
I get angry for nothing, even though I'm not right
It's the neighbors who complain, the blacks who weigh
Let's say I didn't want to meet them
They want the same haircut as me for back-to-school
They represent my block even in their playground
Every time I come back from vacation and they ask me "Where were you?"
I was working on my music hoping to get all the little ones out of the neighborhood
Out of the trap house

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I'm in the trap house (I'm in the trap house)
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I have some white, I want to get rid of it
I won't hide that it's cut
And I have some quail, I don't think you'd want to taste it
I put in shells, it didn't cost me much
I'm chilling at the sports field, with Chavo
There's some car theft, we're planning the hits, I don't have time
I have to make money, police raid, I don't give a damn
Jack in the strong Coca bottle
Bundle in my pocket that I'm going to spend
I live the street every day without forcing
Nine milli' to make them dance
I drive, I do rounds of the block
Alley of XXX
I check out the big butt of all these chicks
Joint of weed and my homies are passing it around
In the trap house like in rap
And if it doesn't work, we don't worry
Not like all these fake rappers
I handle the flows like coke and the plates
We're in the trap house (trap house)
With the chicks from the trap house (trap house)
Davidson is in the trap house (trap house)
KDBzik is in the trap house (trap house)

I want the same sneakers as my older brothers for back-to-school
I represent my block even in the playground
Every time I come back from vacation and they ask me where I was
I answer "I stayed in the neighborhood, I squatted in Paris all summer"

In the trap house (in the trap house)
I'm in the trap house (I'm in the trap house)
In the trap house (in the trap house)
I'm in the trap house (I'm in the trap house)
In the trap house (in the trap house)
I'm in the trap house (I'm in the trap house)
In the trap house (in the trap house)
I'm in the trap house (I'm in the trap house)

The more unhealthy the competition, the more I love it
I screw your mother like Joey and Kool Shen
In the hood, chain snatchers dream
Every day of crossing paths with 2 Chainz (Big Daddy)
Khalifa would make my dealers happy (Big Daddy)
Mayweather my robbers (Big Daddy)
It stinks in the sector
That's why I need money to escape the sector
Even your producer knows we're the best
MC stop playing the haters
I enter the game, the index is set on trigger
The barrel pointed at these rappers
Since baby in the trap house
I'm in the block with Ousmane and Dembo
Hairy chest, bearded, like Kimbo
Your bitch is watching me, I show off like a bimbo
We live in the ghetto, we got out very early
We sold dope, we're not liars
The cops take pictures of my buddies
But we control the zone like Dikembe Mutombo
I know that in the hood I feel like in a tank
Like in the pussy of your aunt's sister
The Devil is circling around us and the ghosts haunt me
I'm in the trap house, whether it's snowing or windy

I want the same sneakers as my older brothers for back-to-school
I represent my block even in the playground
Every time I come back from vacation and they ask me where I was
I answer "I stayed in the neighborhood, I squatted in Paris all summer"

In the trap house (in the trap house)
I'm in the trap house (I'm in the trap house)
In the trap house (in the trap house)
I'm in the trap house (I'm in the trap house)
In the trap house (in the trap house)
I'm in the trap house (I'm in the trap house)
In the trap house (in the trap house)
I'm in the trap house (I'm in the trap house)

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