Trap Past You
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The "I'm really an actor/comic/writer" flex inside a trap verse — only Russell would put "casting director" in a gangster bar.
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Lyrics
Verse 1
You talkin' 'bout guns, but why are you lackin'?
You talkin' 'bout "gang gang," but every time you around, I just laugh.
Dodge shots if you try to shoot at me —
squad 'round the corner gon' clean up your body
if you trigger my killers back at you.
See me outside, don't expect nothing better than fire.
Verse 2
Get factual — you haters still talkin' myths.
Fans ask me how I'm real, if I'm also an actor, comic,
producer, writer, and casting director —
don't deny that I'm cutthroat.
I could come at your neck, bruh, don't fuck with the rest of you.
Stressin' me out? You might catch a slug next to you. Maybe. Or not.
You need to change spots — your girl at the club,
she need me to pop while you're lookin' up.
Can't say I'm gone if I'm not; can't say I'm here if you're not.
Don't leave the Earth that you rot in.
If you need a life, then you need to drop some bars.
Cop some cars, need to flip 'em.
Not a god? Need to live like one.
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