30-Minute Music Hour

S10 E2 | FULL EPISODE

Trapo

Trapo is a young, Madison-based rapper and producer who is getting national buzz.

AIRED: December 13, 2018 | 0:30:30
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[percussive beat]

["The Red Carpet"]

- I appreciate that. - Right.

- ♪ I appreciate that

♪ Only one more shot though, I gotta drive ♪

♪ I'm bein' granite in a wall ♪

- It's30-Minute Music Hour. I'm Andy Moore.

From Madison,Trapo.

- ♪ They honor word, that man a lie ♪

♪ I tell the truth though, who is this? ♪

♪ Tellin' me he got a full clip, call bull#### ♪

♪ It's more than double X's

♪ I'm a straight professional

♪ Dangerous, we steppin' out

♪ Death usually creep when you tired ♪

♪ Catch you while you sleep when you tried to prevent it ♪

♪ Be disguised as a weakness for some thighs ♪

♪ If 12 still hangin' at the store, I ain't goin' ♪

♪ 'Less the bros is on blowin' cop badges ♪

♪ Off shoulders, I'm cool

♪ You, niggas I cloned still on the block ♪

♪ They never owned, still gonna rock ♪

♪ They never sold niggas around ♪

♪ But listen to souls and #### ♪

♪ But if it don't move me then I can't condone ♪

♪ I peep part through the window in your soul ♪

♪ You just altered by your ego ♪

♪ You're just an award show

♪ Some of us share a problem and I'm honored ♪

♪ Keep pretending we don't

♪ Work until I'm so broke, right ♪

♪ I was ridin' through the city ♪

♪ I was watchin' out for death ♪

♪ They was lookin' at me weird ♪

♪ Probably 'cause that nigga walk, yeah he walk ♪

♪ Like he walkin' with protection ♪

♪ On the side of his leg

♪ I was runnin' from the kids

♪ They was mistakin' the dreads ♪

♪ They was mistakin' the skin

♪ For somebody who was shootin' at the cops ♪

♪ He at least six-five and I'm only five-ten ♪

♪ You're just an award show

♪ But congrats for foolin' us with raps ♪

♪ About tuckin' an imaginary pi-stol ♪

♪ Readin' through imaginary lines ♪

♪ 'Bout imaginary crimes that

♪ You dudes say you went through ♪

♪ Congrats for foolin' us with raps ♪

♪ About tuckin' an imaginary pi-stol ♪

♪ Readin' through imaginary lines ♪

♪ 'Bout imaginary crimes

- ♪ That you niggas - Right.

♪ Parking lot, the corner of the block ♪

♪ Where all the bummy niggas gawk at shorty's purse ♪

♪ But shorty from around

♪ Rounds under shorty's skirt

♪ That's how she get down

♪ She's a gangster bitch

♪ And she got me aroused

♪ Blow a nigga down

♪ Literally the mouth's wild

♪ You're just an award show

♪ Do these gold bottles make us role models? ♪

♪ Is it winning 'cause the hoes ♪

♪ Follow us all through the mall ♪

♪ And the kids with no fathers ♪

♪ Picture us as gods

♪ But the people on the block ♪

♪ They just envy us and gossip ♪

♪ Minimum wage will make you cherish your gauge ♪

♪ Insomnia all the time

♪ You better know how to get paid ♪

♪ And if you get a raise it's a graveyard ♪

♪ So my windows tinted still and it's still on my waist ♪

♪ Don't end up a tombstone

♪ Trying to catch a name and you might catch a wave ♪

♪ And I'm crashing on the shore and #### ♪

♪ Rappin' like you poor again ♪

♪ Some things never change

- ♪ But congrats, right, but congrats ♪

- ♪ For foolin' us with raps ♪

♪ About tuckin' an imaginary pi-stol ♪

♪ Readin' through imaginary lines ♪

♪ 'Bout imaginary crimes

♪ That you niggas say you went through ♪

- ♪ Why

- ♪ Congrats, for foolin' us with raps ♪

♪ About tuckin' an imaginary pi-stol ♪

- ♪ Right, right, right

♪ Yeah

♪ Congrats, congrats

- ♪ I was ridin' through the city ♪

♪ I was watchin' out for death ♪

♪ It was lookin' at me weird, yeah ♪

♪ Probably 'cause that nigga walk ♪

♪ Yeah he walk like he walkin' with protection ♪

♪ On the side of his leg - ♪ Yeah

- ♪ Congrats

- ♪ Through the city I was lookin' out for-- congrats ♪

♪ They was lookin' at me scared ♪

- ♪ Right

- Man, slide through on Sunday, bro.

Literally, bro

It's gonna be lit on Sunday, bro.

It really is, bro.

I'm tellin' you this right now, bro.

- Hold up, hold up.

[deep bass]

- Right.

♪ I can't be worried bout my fashion ♪

♪ In the management, dodging bullets ♪

♪ Not from weapons but the jealous ♪

♪ The type of hate that leads you ♪

♪ To a stretcher for your relish ♪

♪ Get your tackle, follow rule ♪

♪ Everyone get the side iron ♪

♪ For letters, they give neck up ♪

♪ I just call my brother when they back up ♪

♪ Hundred rounds condemn your troops underground ♪

♪ Right, right, right

♪ And I learned from my uncles ♪

♪ And my mother and my brothers ♪

♪ No relation, no relation, we just... ♪

All right, well, I ###### this one up.

[laughs]

Oh, shoot.

All right, we're for real this time.

Let's do it for real.

[cheers and applause]

♪ I learned from my mother and my uncles ♪

♪ And my brothers, no relation, no relation ♪

♪ We just hung out all the time ♪

♪ Wanted to be famous when I was a little child ♪

♪ My first label meeting was like eating off the ground ♪

♪ Every crumb right next to fire ♪

♪ Gasoline and dollar bill

♪ You might say demeaning

♪ I say #### make you a man

♪ I think every empty stomach come ♪

♪ With hunger and a plan

♪ Depending how you bummin', nigga ♪

♪ You already dead

♪ Trouble near, we prepared

♪ People 'round the corner for karma ♪

♪ No armor

♪ Tryin' real hard to never disappear ♪

♪ 'Cause anytime someone'll try and free your mind ♪

- ♪ To the exit - ♪ Free your mind

- ♪ I been going through - ♪ Free your mind

- ♪ Hate to let it get to me this time ♪

- ♪ Ain't gotta be ####

♪ All it takes to free your mind ♪

♪ Forget 'bout everything and everyone ♪

♪ He say all it really takes to finally free your mind ♪

♪ Forget 'bout everything and everyone ♪

Right.

♪ All it really take

- ♪ Take

- ♪ To free your mind and forget ♪

- ♪ Free your mind

♪ I just can't be bothered with #### today ♪

♪ Today

♪ All it really take, take

♪ To free your mind and forget ♪

♪ I just can't be bothered with #### today ♪

♪ Today

♪ Who is this nigga approaching my section ♪

♪ Flexing for these bitches

♪ Flashing his weapon

♪ Tryna be tougher than his threads will let him ♪

♪ Skinny jeans and septum wings in niggas' noses ♪

♪ Get way more traction then them flowin' #### ♪

♪ And that's facts only the black man ♪

♪ Like a time bomb and I might hard ♪

♪ You niggas, that's for #### with my page ♪

♪ I was rappin' 'bout the shade ♪

♪ Now I'm rappin' 'bout them days ♪

♪ And how they really still ain't came ♪

♪ I was hopin' for a raise

♪ Now I'm plottin' on runnin'

♪ In niggas' places, shoes

♪ Playstations dodgin' the plantation ♪

♪ Penitentiary mind states

♪ Livin' with your mind caged

♪ When we need oxygen

♪ And most passing toxicants to cope ♪

♪ I play it cool

♪ 'Cause y'all gonna follow rules till you lose ♪

♪ I ignore 'em 'cause my birthday passed ♪

♪ And I ain't quite made it up to expectation yet ♪

[music stops] Oh, ####.

[cheers and applause]

Appreciate that. Appreciate that.

All this music, by the way, is from an EP I put out.

It's called The Oil Change EP.

It's available everywhere.

[upbeat guitar riffs]

This next one's called "Drunk Punch."

Right.

Right.

♪ Tensions runnin' high

♪ Decisions altered by the drugs ♪

♪ No respect ever given and we greet niggas with mugs ♪

♪ Hate to feel unforgiven

♪ It would save my mental cellar ♪

♪ But I'm tryin' to forget it

♪ Battling my demons

♪ All I'm left with is these stitches ♪

♪ Trying not to itch 'em

♪ Wounds of a villain

♪ Tryna change God's guilt in the pain, in the fame ♪

♪ For the kid ain't that descriptive ♪

♪ Let it sink in

♪ Slave to eviction, if I pen it it's to pay rent ♪

♪ Days spent fearin' about shadows in the dark ♪

♪ And this ain't for the weak-hearted ♪

♪ They keep trying to harm me

♪ I walk from the apartment

- ♪ Stop

- ♪ Nobody understands me

♪ Too cold to speak to you with my head down ♪

♪ 'Cause it's sickles on my soul ♪

♪ It ain't quite time to flip though ♪

♪ Right

♪ We ain't satisfied the same

♪ I was creepin' with the broad ♪

♪ You change your last name ♪

♪ Nigga this a jack move

♪ Hands up, hands up

♪ Nigga, this is a jack move ♪

♪ Mood swing, catch one, catch one, catch one ♪

- ♪ Right now, hands up, hands up ♪

- ♪ Hands up

♪ Nigga this a jack move

♪ Mood swing, catch one

♪ Watchin' through the window

♪ I see everything that I could ever want, want ♪

♪ Everyone around me is flawless ♪

♪ Why can't I be like them all the time? ♪

♪ You know what, right

♪ You know what #### that chain and them strings ♪

♪ You been buying, man, you been wining and dining on strange ♪

♪ You been booking planes, you been flying ♪

♪ On same more than I been on but I walk by innocent ♪

♪ That's cool

♪ Forever posing stoic when you make a move ♪

♪ You grew up afraid to bruise, it's showin' ♪

[cheers and applause]

- ♪ Trouble on my mind

♪ It ain't quite time to flip ♪

- ♪ Quite time to flip yet

♪ Trouble on my mind

♪ It ain't quite time to flip yet nah ♪

♪ Trouble on my mind

♪ It ain't quite time to flip

♪ It ain't quite time to flip, yet ♪

♪ Trouble on my mind

♪ Trouble on my mind

♪ It ain't quite time to flip, yet, nah ♪

♪ I don't need help - ♪ Help

♪ Though I could use a hand

♪ In desperate need of a cure ♪

♪ Try not to blam at the wall ♪

♪ Try not to blam at myself

♪ That's so immature

♪ Try not to panic at all

♪ Trouble on my mind

♪ It ain't quite time to flip yet nah ♪

♪ Trouble on my mind

♪ It ain't quite time to flip

- ♪ It ain't quite time, nah ♪

- ♪ On the edge

♪ On the edge of this cliff

♪ With this fifth in my hand

♪ Finally convinced that this life don't mean [...] #### ♪

♪ My genetics to fail

♪ 20 years old and exposed for the artist ♪

♪ I hate all that time that I spent ditching class ♪

♪ Came back to bite me and bad ♪

♪ I can't buy ####

♪ I can't get by with a pass

♪ Cuffs on my wrist 'cause these ♪

♪ Black skin and badges don't mix ♪

♪ Trouble on my mind

♪ It ain't quite time to flip, quite time to flip yet ♪

♪ Trouble on my mind

♪ It ain't quite time to flip

♪ It ain't quite time to flip yet nah ♪

- ♪ Trouble on my mind

- ♪ It ain't quite time to flip yet nah ♪

♪ Trouble on my mind

- ♪ It ain't quite time to flip ♪

♪ It ain't quite time to flip yet nah ♪

- ♪ On the edge

♪ On the edge, on the edge of this cliff ♪

♪ With this fifth in my hand

♪ Finally convinced that this life don't mean #### ♪

♪ My genetics to fail

♪ 20 years old and exposed for the artist ♪

♪ I hate all that time that I spent ditching class ♪

♪ Came back to bite me and bad ♪

♪ I can't buy ####

♪ I can't get by with a pass

♪ Cuffs on my wrist

♪ 'Cause these blacks and these badges don't mix ♪

[cheers and applause]

["Coming Down" begins]

[singing in electronic voice] - ♪ Every step feel like a bad day in heaven ♪

♪ Control my mind, my heart

♪ And my perception

- Right, right.

- ♪ Every step feel like a bad day in heaven ♪

♪ Control my mind

- One, one.

- ♪ Lace my mind with euphoria vibe ♪

♪ Still ain't after no confirmation ♪

♪ So don't give me none

♪ The internet, I scroll through paper ♪

♪ I should get me some

♪ Just called collect for nothin' major ♪

♪ Just a type of thing

♪ 'Cause when you lack you tend ♪

♪ To black on even ittle things ♪

♪ And when your ribcage touch your back ♪

♪ You're black and so the rent is paid ♪

♪ I take a temporary trip

♪ She ain't always my fix

♪ But the plug ain't pick up and it's always like this ♪

- ♪ Every step feel like a bad day in heaven ♪

- ♪ Control my mind - ♪ My heart

- ♪ And my perception

- ♪ Every step feel like a bad day in heaven ♪

♪ Control my mind

♪ Tryin' to stay calm and collected ♪

♪ Collect what's left of these desolate memories ♪

♪ More time spent on inner me and no time spend on enemies ♪

- ♪ And we're tryin' to rewind time ♪

- ♪ Every right a liquor store ♪

♪ Strollin' through your town only my defeat is yours ♪

♪ And you're scared 'cause it's vultures all around ♪

♪ When you look up from the ground ♪

♪ You say ain't nobody there

♪ Coming down

♪ Stay out the way

♪ I think you got it understood ♪

♪ Walking through your neighborhood ♪

♪ And they wish somebody would, and it's you ♪

♪ You get it out the mud but see everybody is ♪

♪ Prepared for the worst

♪ Chasin' relevance and ready to risk everything ♪

♪ I think both of us shed our insecure #### ♪

♪ We both had the drive

♪ I wanted the Forbes list

♪ Used to be like nah

♪ Workin' my old shift

♪ We both got the job, workin' for bull#### ♪

♪ Now you need that ride, to work ♪

♪ Let me get that five

♪ Out the car bro, get high

♪ We split it like we do everything ♪

♪ Talk about everything

♪ How we get it out the mud

♪ But see everybody is

♪ Everybody is, everybody is, everybody is, everybody is ♪

♪ Everybody is coming down

♪ Get it out the mud but see everybody is ♪

♪ Try not to break a jaw

♪ Try not to hit the concrete floor ♪

♪ Duck and provide protection like a weapon ♪

♪ Stackin' bread, prepared when ain't nobody checkin' ♪

♪ I peeped the review since they onto me though ♪

♪ I bust a right and puff the frontal leaf ♪

♪ Weight of the world on my shoulders ♪

♪ Boulders and everything

♪ Only gets worse when you grow up, noticing every change ♪

♪ Numbing through the pain

♪ Annihilate the stress with sex ♪

♪ Long as she giving brain

♪ I ain't gotta know this bitch ♪

♪ Excuse me lady don't mean to come off rude ♪

♪ Just been bruised by a lady

♪ And I kinda like that you only wanna #### ♪

♪ See my last one drove me little crazy ♪

♪ I'm all patched up on the low I still hate her ♪

♪ But all that there is for the young ♪

♪ Like you're way older now and you feel like ♪

- ♪ Coming, coming, coming down ♪

- ♪ Every right a liquor store ♪

♪ Strollin' through your town, only my defeat is yours ♪

♪ And you're scared 'cause it's vultures all around ♪

♪ When you look up from the ground ♪

♪ You see ain't nobody there coming down ♪

♪ Stay out the way

♪ You think you got it understood ♪

♪ Walking through your neighborhood ♪

♪ And they wish somebody would and it's you ♪

♪ You get it out the mud but see everybody is ♪

- ♪ Want me to slip up, I refuse ♪

- ♪ Everybody is, everybody is ♪

♪ Everyone's a critic now, critic now ♪

- ♪ Everybody is, everybody is ♪

- ♪ Still got you...

- ♪ Everybody is, everybody is ♪

[music slows and stops]

[upbeat percussive music]

Right.

[cheers and applause]

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa.

Right.

Right, right, right.

This one here's called "In The Shade"

from an album I put out two years ago.

It's calledShade Trees.

Right.

♪ My niggas need a lot so I'm keeping focused ♪

♪ I'm getting so much older

♪ I'm putting fear in these niggas ♪

♪ Feel like a fallen soldier

♪ Damn Trap, you the mother####### man, Trap ♪

♪ You growin' up and that's perfect timing ♪

♪ Can't wait to break all the silence ♪

♪ That people show

♪ Flexing for the hoes

♪ Pedal to the metals

♪ Making sure that Mazda go

♪ All my niggas yelling step on your designer clothes ♪

♪ Tweaking swerving on the road ♪

♪ Just tell me where I gotta go ♪

♪ Do you believe in God?

♪ If I don't know him I'm gonna let him starve ♪

♪ He ain't one of ours

♪ Smoking dope because the class suck ♪

♪ Kept it real with all my teachers ♪

♪ I'm a fan of the reefer and they passed us ♪

♪ Now I'm the best as they come ♪

♪ With the talent come haters, he might invest in a gun ♪

♪ All it takes is a hater to put you next to the sun ♪

♪ And I ain't losing my spot

♪ I see room by the trees and I ain't losing my... ♪

Right.

[with echoey reverb] - ♪ Trees

- Right.

- Shade.

♪ Right, right, right

♪ In the shade

- Right

♪ Trees, right

♪ In the shade, right - ♪ In the shade

- ♪ Trees, right

- ♪ Trees - ♪ Trees, right

- ♪ By the shade, right - ♪ By the shade

- ♪ Trees, right

♪ Trees, right - ♪ Right

[electronic music]

- My niggas need a lot so I'm keeping focused ♪

♪ I got some L I hesitate to open ♪

♪ I know this college think my grades was bogus ♪

♪ I know that gap too ####### big ♪

♪ And there ain't no way for #### to close it ♪

♪ I know some people in my class who laughed at me ♪

♪ Sadly I'm happy they doing badly, badly yeah ♪

♪ That's just to motivate

♪ I hope them loans pile up

♪ I hope you suffocate

♪ Right

[with echoey reverb] - ♪ Trees

♪ Right

- ♪ In the shade

♪ Right, right

♪ By the trees

♪ In the shade, in the shade

- ♪ Trees, right

♪ In the shade

- ♪ By the trees in the shade

- ♪ Trees, right

♪ By the shade

- ♪ Right - ♪ Trees

- ♪ My people need a lot, I'm feeling overdrawn ♪

♪ Just told my work I cop a 9-to-5 ♪

♪ Another dead-end job

♪ We growing fast as ####

♪ And I'm working just like my mom ♪

♪ Why don't I feel alive?

♪ In world full of hatred

♪ Can't be a bitch, you gotta take #### ♪

♪ So I'm gonna strip it till it's naked ♪

♪ Issues and facelift, right, right ♪

♪ Say while I'm cruising down the 95 ♪

♪ I just hope I make it out alive ♪

♪ Stumble in the crib

♪ I gotta hide my eyes

♪ That marijuana high

♪ Right, right

♪ Say while I'm cruising down the 95 ♪

♪ I just hope I make it out alive ♪

♪ Stumble in the crib, I gotta hide my eyes ♪

♪ That marijuana high

♪ Right

[electronic music fades out]

[cheers and applause]

[percussive music]

["Trap House Funk" begins]

Right.

Right.

- ♪ I was pulling up looking at my brother like ♪

♪ We gotta get us some women like yeah ♪

♪ We only party with niggas and women out there ♪

♪ I flow then matches and ridges appear ♪

♪ But we still broke, never could go on the field trip ♪

♪ Probably steal ####, it's the field ♪

♪ Which nobody cares real

♪ I still got dreams to hop in that "Back to the Future" ♪

♪ Pockets are true

♪ All that needs is part of the weapon ♪

♪ To prove you're not to be tested and shoot ♪

♪ You fit a description we choose ♪

♪ Turn the other T and try not to lose it ♪

♪ Why, [inaudible] stupid

♪ Put you on news, come and sell shoes and jewels ♪

♪ And they interview to get you to tune in ♪

♪ Act hard, [inaudible]

♪ They probably mimic the image you hate the most ♪

♪ We don't save a toast for a finicky nigga ♪

♪ Break bread with the snakeskin ♪

♪ We don't shake hand like, like ♪

♪ Hey yo, just keep that #### [inaudible] ♪

♪ And the #### that they been dropping, it like original ♪

♪ Ain't carbon copies, auto body ♪

♪ Mechanically proven [inaudible] ♪

♪ Built like it was in the barrio ♪

♪ Every [inaudible] is feeling some cardio ♪

♪ And if you're on the track when we get a blackout ♪

♪ #### you can roll it back boy, can you rap good ♪

♪ Get a fat check, right, right ♪

♪ My #### doper than Hollywood acting roles ♪

♪ Flooding your bra, jaw as soon as I drop the room ♪

♪ Tellin' us where to go

That's right.

♪ All I know is [inaudible] and to stay above ground ♪

♪ Can get tricky

♪ Living like tainted old limbs and I'm tired ♪

♪ Every step feel like a bad day in heaven ♪

♪ You know when you control your mind ♪

♪ But you alter your perception ♪

♪ And you think everything is fine ♪

♪ And it's just imagination

♪ And you think everything is all right ♪

♪ All right

♪ Grit your ####### teeth and decide ♪

♪ [inaudible]

♪ Sneaks it past so fast, don't blink at all ♪

♪ Original catalogues, extinction ♪

♪ If that's your all new jeans ♪

♪ It must be typos on the net ♪

♪ From one of these kids who broke your #### ♪

♪ And still don't know the meaning ♪

♪ Meanwhile someone altered

♪ Panicking watching the news ♪

♪ [inaudible] for making a fool of us ♪

♪ Paint us some fuses, ruthless niggas ♪

♪ With nowhere to live or care to shoot at us ♪

♪ If you get bigger they punch [inaudible] ♪

♪ I know it ain't too many what's on the planet ♪

♪ Yeah I can vent it so I walk around ♪

♪ With a stick of protection

♪ And this appearance ain't my inner ♪

♪ Take a piss and then get injured ♪

♪ To me you likely to finish this beef ♪

♪ I'm leaving two pics in the street ♪

♪ That's it we're finished

[scattered cheers]

[cheers and applause]

["Mirror Man" begins]

♪ Tryin' to get through to me this time ♪

♪ The mission still survival

♪ It's hard to clear my mind

♪ And it's hard to leave them drugs all behind ♪

♪ When your stress level up constant ♪

♪ Sobriety's a struggle

♪ And a real good woman's hard to find ♪

♪ And it's hard to get a job

♪ I'm leanin' on this Bible

♪ Still ain't payin' tithes though ♪

♪ Tired of being sidekick to hardship ♪

♪ Grew heartless, my enemies exposed ♪

♪ These poster copies of vacant rolls ♪

♪ 'Cause when the curtain close and they reveal they self ♪

♪ They got some #### to hide, wanna kill they self ♪

♪ They wanna paint the wall with a nine to they dome ♪

♪ Won't stay for long 'cause they weak ♪

♪ Play it smart to get ya paper long ♪

♪ I got a gang of dogs, my Cajun boy, no ♪

♪ Every grade is a sicko

♪ But if the street raised him ♪

♪ That'll erase him quicker than rottin' away in prison ♪

♪ Or findin' a pot to piss in ♪

♪ Part of the problem, who can I blame? ♪

♪ I blame it on the streets, like preach on ♪

♪ Colors'll leave a stain, what have we come across? ♪

♪ Oh yeah, a room full of critics ♪

♪ No more room on my ####

♪ I'm ####

♪ Keep my foot on all these niggas ♪

♪ And they women in submission ♪

♪ The mirror man is always lookin' ♪

♪ For somebody he can Peter Pan ♪

♪ And slice and dice yo ass ♪

♪ Right out them skinny jeans you wear ♪

♪ I'm lookin for somebody in the crowd ♪

- ♪ It's surround

- ♪ Independent to you pal, like I dig it ♪

♪ I'm too freed up for commitment ♪

♪ And too cheap so we don't spend #### on no collar ♪

♪ Ain't no slave, that's 40 million dollar ♪

♪ I'm livin' for the day that isn't promised ♪

♪ No harm, no foul

♪ Stay in line, no out of bounds ♪

♪ And we can dance all night long ♪

♪ Turn off your phone and take a load off ♪

- ♪ No harm, no foul

- ♪ Do I stay in the house or get a paper route? ♪

♪ How many made it out the town? ♪

♪ Filled with invisible black and brown ♪

♪ Like I'm in the school after caps and gowns ♪

♪ I'm a criminal due to lack of hours ♪

♪ Plot on killin' you to ensure the power ♪

♪ What have we come across?

♪ Oh yeah, a room full of critics ♪

♪ No more room on my ####, I'm tunnel vision ♪

♪ Keep a foot on all these niggas ♪

♪ And they women in submission ♪

- ♪ Don't you forget it

- ♪ No harm, no foul

♪ And that's until you push me to a limit ♪

♪ I'm not afraid to lay you down ♪

♪ You introverted and to some ♪

♪ You troubled girl

♪ Flirtatious one

♪ Don't front your mood

♪ Don't get involved

♪ You introverted and to some ♪

♪ Flirtatious one

♪ That's why I came, that's why I rang ya bell ♪

♪ This many times, I can't explain why ♪

♪ Been losin' my mind, product of your rage ♪

♪ You need help and I ain't judgin' ♪

♪ Your confidence deflate throughout the day ♪

♪ But know I love ya, everyday's a weight ♪

♪ My shoulder's shruggin' and I tug it ♪

♪ While I suffer through depression ♪

♪ And everyone I'm close with get the most of my aggression ♪

♪ Forgive me as I travel

♪ Through the city reflective to those who pity ♪

♪ Nobody feel sorry

♪ 'Cause anybody that frowns is a target ♪

♪ No need to lend a hand

♪ When I'm #### and the car won't start up #### ♪

♪ It's like I never should've bought it ♪

♪ I get out to push the whip while your life's a carpool ♪

♪ I never had it easy

♪ I never had it marbles, marbles ♪

♪ I'mma lose my mind if I want to ♪

♪ Swarmed in, stomp you out

♪ 'Cause I'm goin' through

♪ Harmful words get exchanged

♪ When you goin' through

♪ Warned you first now my knuckles on the crowbar ♪

♪ Kickin' up dirt when I peel out ♪

♪ The wheels smell like ribs, I'mma dodge pigs when I ♪

- ♪ Dodge pigs when I starin' ♪

- ♪ Starin' out the window with a grin ♪

♪ Like I'm finna #### the world ♪

♪ Ditch the kid like my father ♪

♪ Funny, though he lives in our apartment ♪

♪ And 'cause I grew up lookin' up to mama ♪

♪ 'Cause I grew up ventin' at my granny house ♪

♪ Sleepin' on my granny couch ♪

♪ 'Till she take a side

♪ I'm thinkin' "Why I'm cussin' Granny out?" ♪

♪ I've been trying to die lately ♪

♪ Cop lights flashing through the window ♪

♪ Eyes dilated

♪ Dilated but it's no harm, no foul ♪

♪ Stay in line, no out of bounds ♪

♪ And we can dance all night long ♪

♪ Turn off your phone and take a load off ♪

♪ No harm, no foul

- ♪ No harm, no foul

- ♪ No foul - ♪ No foul

- ♪ No harm at all

♪ And that's why I came, that's why I rang ya bell ♪

♪ This many times, I can't explain why ♪

♪ Been losin' my mind, product of your rage ♪

♪ Maybe that's why I came

♪ That's why I rang ya bell

♪ This many times, I can't explain why ♪

♪ Been losin' my mind, product of your rage ♪

- ♪ That's why I came, that's why I rang ya bell ♪

♪ This many times, I can't explain why ♪

♪ I can't explain

- ♪ I'm not afraid to ring ya bell ♪

♪ You introverted and to some

♪ You troubled girl

♪ Flirtatious one, don't front your mood ♪

♪ Don't get involved

♪ To some

♪ You troubled girl

♪ Flirtatious one

[cheers and applause]

[indistinct talking]

- ♪ Flirtatious one

- Once again,

a lot of this music

is from an EP I got

calledOil Change EP.

It's available everywhere.

♪ When I got #### to do ♪

♪ Can I count on you? ♪

♪ Let's go make history ♪

[inaudible]

♪ I'll do what you want me to ♪

♪ I promise you

♪ We can make history

♪ I never have much to say

♪ My hideaway has plenty of room ♪

♪ My privacy means everything to me ♪

♪ What does it mean to you?

♪ We can make history

♪ Some ask, you say it's cool ♪

♪ Some ask, you say it's cool

♪ When I ain't got #### to do but bother you ♪

♪ What do it mean to me?

♪ That could mean anything

♪ What do I mean to you?

♪ You don't say anything

♪ When we're together, together ♪

♪ Say do I need you now?

♪ I don't

♪ I don't say anything, I won't ♪

♪ When we're together, together ♪

- ♪ Thinkin'

♪ Drinkin'

- Right.

- ♪ I'm thinkin'

♪ Two

♪ Stressin'

♪ Two

♪ Two

- ♪ Legal fees and the stress knee-deep ♪

♪ One day you'll understand the troubled artist ♪

♪ Treading through muddy water ♪

♪ Pretend I'm not in debt and that the IRS won't show up ♪

♪ Keep a blow-up, why rest

♪ My pillow case is eyes warm

♪ You fan favorite it, can't inflate ♪

♪ When people don't jam the tape ♪

♪ That paper you got here is shorter ♪

♪ See you can't afford to bounce back ♪

♪ When budgets plummet you're the outcast ♪

♪ Almost finished with a bag, chasin' to a backpack ♪

♪ With homework in it

♪ And it's no gimmicks, just patient ♪

♪ Making mistakes till you're voice dependent ♪

♪ And it's Monday so I'm ventin' about everything ♪

♪ I might cop some Mary Jane knowin' that's a bad move ♪

♪ I might call some ##### up

♪ That's a bad decision too

♪ All my homies switchin' up, been facin' woods again ♪

♪ It's cool, man I can't get rich enough ♪

♪ Just check the check invisible ♪

♪ Rumor is, dumb it down for the consumer then ♪

♪ Collect from them on stupid #### ♪

♪ Might boost your gigs

♪ That's P-A-Y the man if I put powder in my hand ♪

♪ And leave a mark, where would you stand? ♪

♪ I ain't no mother####### comma ♪

♪ Just do this #### for profit ♪

♪ No loyalty make way more than a dollar ♪

♪ I'll be honest, don't see dyin' broke ♪

♪ Ain't how I plan to go out

♪ And integrity is cool but stability is too ♪

♪ And I really want that pool in my crib ♪

♪ #### it though

♪ I really want that jewel on my wrist ♪

♪ Right now it's buckets though I never felt better ♪

♪ Stackin' dough and all of it's legit ♪

♪ I #### it off

- ♪ How dare you turn your back on me? ♪

- ♪ Everything I've done

♪ How you turn

♪ Your back on me

♪ Your back on to me again

♪ How you turn your back to me ♪

- ♪ Turning your back on me

- What?

♪ How come I don't ever get the joke ♪

♪ All the family talk was barrel smoke ♪

♪ We just know how to survive

♪ Managers spreadin' lies

♪ Underground and in the clouds ♪

♪ Wanna live somewhere remote

♪ Bad call from the rentin' and the loud like ♪

♪ I won't let the po-po

♪ Get me riled up when I'm too high ♪

♪ Car smell like woo-hah

♪ And I flew by the speedometer ♪

♪ All I feel is mama pain, know earth can be discouraging ♪

♪ The mirror scene, I look away ♪

♪ But #### preaching

♪ Perspective's the motto

♪ Beefin' over bitches like swallowing a hollow tip ♪

♪ Don't lose your life for some odd dough ♪

♪ If I win the lotto

♪ I parade the streets and buy all of the AK ♪

♪ Point at the police, devour them ♪

♪ Watchin' over my shoulders

♪ Still grandma totin' an older grudge ♪

♪ Ain't no armor tough enough ♪

♪ That's stoppin' you from a bloodspill ♪

♪ I'm too free, I flee a sentence ♪

♪ And too cheap to flee, don't spend #### ♪

♪ On no collar, ain't no slave ♪

♪ Unless a forty million dollar ♪

♪ It's just Monday and I'm ventin' about everything ♪

♪ I might cop some Mary Jane, knowin' that's a bad move ♪

♪ I might call some #### up, that's a bad decision too ♪

♪ All my homies switchin' up, been facin' woods again ♪

♪ It's cool, man I can't get rich enough ♪

♪ Just check the check invisible ♪

Right.

All right,Trapo.

Thanks, y'all. Thanks for listening.

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