I was born in the crosshairs without a pot to piss in

Where niggas get smoked over their Jordans and their Pippens

Welcome to California, nah, it ain't cold as New York

But life is a bitch out here: word to Too Short

Wack as a shooter so we called him Tony Kukoc

Gang banging had us addicted like it was Newports

Whoever thought that it would spread like petroleum

Now BP connect got us praying to them holy men

Just had a daughter homie, named her Katrina

If I raise her right, then maybe she can take over FEMA

Spike Lee in New Orleans shooting documentaries

And Game still in Cali eating off The Documentary

Take em to the symmetry I mean the cemetery

Where everybody boxed in: Refrigerator Perry And everybody little *** up, they blame it on Barack

Cause he's just like T.I.: Born in the Trap

And everybody little *** up, they blame it on Barack

Cause he's just like Gucci: Born in the Trap

And everybody little *** up, they blame it on Barack

Cause he's just like Jeezy: Born in the Trap

And every little *** up, my gun she go "crack!"

Cause I'm just like Outkast, born in the Trap So what's going on with you faggots?

And what you gonna do when your swag no longer matters?

And your bitch ain't the baddest cause she in her mid-40s

And your Phantom played out so you hating on the shorties

Cause they running around like they was your age

*** bitches raw cause now the world ain't got no AIDS

Yeah, 2050 on these niggas

Golddiggers sucked you dry left hickeys on you niggas

I used to run around like you, run the town like you

Walk my red nose and clown like you

But it got old like Betty White

This rap *** real deep like Barry White

Reminiscing on the days I used to carry white

Walking though them Crip hoods in the Cherry Nikes

Now I live a married life, walking in the house, to them home-cooked meals

Joint American Express accounts and less dollar bills Niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stack

Just like Goodie Mob, I was born in the Trap

Niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stack

But just like Luda, I was born in the Trap

Niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stack

But like Soulja Boy, I was born in the Trap

Broke ass niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stack

Take 'em to Shawty Lo, nigga, learn how to Trap *** deeper than The Roots band

15's drumming, ?uestlove in the coupe fam

Riding through Pittsburgh, Wiz got the Steelers

Born by the jungle so I came with gorillas

Since niggas dropping more dimes than we ***in'

We out the hood, tryna get money like (?)

Splitting backboards just to get our weed stuffed in

The crack we cookin, we don't need ovens

We need something to put in the mouth of our kids

Instead of copping chains, lets fly to Chile and dig

Go to Haiti and feed to the Bahamas and breathe

On the way back, to my nigga Sean from Belize, you know

Sometimes I feel like this rap *** is heaven sent

Then I get a high, feel like it's irrelevant

So I'm about to pop the trunk like an elephant

And campaign with Wyclef while he run for president

I'm 'bout to pop the trunk like an elephant

And campaign with Wyclef while he run for president

Told you I was gonna kill this ***, Premo..