Okay, okay, yeah SRB separation confirmed Coming up on staging the burn out of these twin solid rocket boosters at two minutes, five seconds Yeah, yo Memoirs of a trafficker Who's trappier? Money hidden in Africa Rap game getting scattier Plus the trap game, so we just move like Mafia Eight bands drip on me They just angry cah these cases, they won't stick on me They think I got a brick on me Ain't seen one of those for like twenty months I remember times when they was lining for twenty large, yeah Or should I say allegedly Little disclaimer for niggas that's getting bread with me Paper coming in steadily, gotta hide it so cleverly Trapped on my plug, that nigga fuck with me heavily So many rumours on my name and ain't none of them facts If a nigga took my kettle, put five in his back How to surivive in the trap, I mean we literally used to record this shit live in the trap And I don't listen to these niggas, ain't true anymore How these fake niggas get in and ruin it for? It's like nuttin' ain't new anymore They're just catching up to shit we don't do anymore And you won't ever catching me looking off brand, never One mans trash is another mans treasure Christian on the leather, Saint Laurent any weather I took a break to let 'em get it together And now the release of the tape is a little nearer The difference between real and fake is a little clearer What's the difference with this flake? It's a little dearer Yeah, they say 'you get what you pay for' Yeah, you gotta pay more if you want that yay raw International meetings, I say I was on a yay tour And I can get a dozen out by day four Strictly for my juggers and trappers is what it's made for