so my nights usually start off lurking shit i don t usually eat no breakfast no nothin i just gather all the money i can and go straight to jon jon shoot sometimes i don t even have enough money so i either beg him and if that don t work i go out and get it and once i finally get what i need i go straight to the trap house i walk up the stairs and the second floor s usually where i do my thing ha ha shit i find me a little spot in the corner take a seat grab the rocks fill up the pipe and right before i strike the light i start to think about life like what the hell am i doing you know this ain t my life this ain t me i ain t come from this kind of background hm but it s like every time i start to come to my senses i don t know i just i hear these voices and they start teasing me then i come to the realization that these voices are my addiction he the trappa he the plug he the one sellin dimes and the dubs she the one smoking dimes in the dorm room while the boyfriend showing white girl love he sniff they shoot we pop to get loose but we all do the things that we do cause if life ends now we ain t got shit to lose fuck that so we think think think think think that s right that s right that s right that s right oh so we think think think think that s right that s right that s right that s right we are all the same from the projects and the streets to the campuses and the dorm rooms we all breathe and inhale from a mouth of a nose right this breath of air brings us a false feeling of satisfaction which makes us gasp as we failed to grasp reality this fake sense of security becomes our new addiction we are all the same from the rocky mountains to the serengeti plains we all seek the same strain or relieve the same pain because that s how we think we remain sane but is that just satan talkin i mean think about it the next time you try to judge your partner make sure you think of your own problems after that try to solve em because as the world continues revolvin playin russian roulette with our lives the only way that you could survive is if you remember one thing we all the same  he the trappa he the plug he the one sellin dimes and the dubs she the one smoking dimes in the dorm room while the boyfriend showing white girl love he sniff they shoot we pop to get loose but we all do the things that we do cause if life ends now we ain t got shit to lose or so we think or so we think or so we think or so or so or so or so or so whoa subtrap