Trapped

My life is trapped in these lines

That's why I'm packin these nines

I gotta rap I ain't dyin'

That's in the back of my mind

Got a strap made of iron

Can't relax on this grind

Bendin' over backwards for these slackers

Til' I'm snappin' my spine

Natural high, I gotta focus

On these bogus poachers

Lookin' over my shoulder

Proof get it poppin' like soda

Hold up (We nothin' but soldiers)

Slow up (This car and it's loaded)

Roll up (They beef n' we leaving em' cooked up)

If Slim say it I spray it

If he will it I kill it

We Kilpatrick and Illich of Detroit

Y'all can feel it

Will at this gun on my waisteline

At war we dont waste time

Ja, man can't take a punch

And 50 can take nine, (BLAOW!)

We got Schoolcraft here at the 7, 8 and Dexter

I'm up in Holly spendin' dollars, ain't feelin' no pressure

Yes sir, your texture's a bitch

Betcha ya flinch, when Proof shoot up they coup

And waste your whole clique