M.A.T.A.

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 (I'm in the buildin' right now) Hey, listen to me one minute Hey, you know how this shit reallly 'posed to be goin' You know what I'm sayin'? What up? [Chorus] Still got two phones, in the trenches, where the robbers at? Put the stamp on in the backroom, I want all of that Bought it in the trap, bought a knife and a pot I come from the same place, we still hustle when it's hot Make America trap again (oh I, I) Make America trap again (oh I, I) Make America trap again (oh I, I) Make America trap again (oh I, I) 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 [Verse 1] I drop time on first time, non-violent offenders Drop the bricks to thirteen-five, right in the city 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 family that we miss him They put that panel against you, you gotta stand on that business That’s all the way [Chorus] Still got two phones, in the trenches, where the robbers at? Put the stamp on in the backroom, I want all of that Bought it in the trap, bought a knife and a pot I come from the same place, we still hustle when it's hot Make America trap again (oh I, I) Make America trap again (oh I, I) Make America trap again (oh I, I) Make America trap again (oh I, I) 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] Still got two phones, in the trenches, where the robbers at? Put the stamp on in the backroom, I want all of that Bought it in the trap, bought a knife and a pot I come from the same place, we still hustle when it's hot Make America trap again (oh I, I) Make America trap again (oh I, I) Make America trap again (oh I, I) Make America trap again (oh I, I) 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