The Game - Born In The Trap Lyrics
[Verse 1]I was born in the crosshairs without a pot to piss inWhere niggas get smoked over their Jordans and their PippensWelcome to California, nah, it ain't cold as New YorkBut life is a ***** out here: word to Too ShortWack as a shooter so we called him Tony KukocGang banging had us addicted like it was NewportsWhoever thought that it would spread like petroleumNow BP connect got us praying to them holy menJust had a daughter homie, named her KatrinaIf I raise her right, then maybe she can take over FEMASpike Lee in New Orleans shooting documentariesAnd Game still in Cali eating off The DocumentaryTake em to the cemetry I mean the cemetaryWhere everybody boxed down: Refrigerator Perry[Hook]And everybody little ***** up, they blame it on BarackCause he's just like T.I.: Born in the TrapAnd everybody little ***** up, they blame it on BarackCause he's just like Gucci: Born in the TrapAnd everybody little ***** up, they blame it on BarackCause he's just like Jeezy: Born in the TrapAnd every little ***** up, my gun she go "crack!"Cause I'm just like Outkast, born in the Trap[Verse 2]So what's going on with you faggots?And what you gonna do when your swag no longer matters?And your ***** ain't the baddest cause she in her mid-40sAnd your Phantom played out so you hating on the shortiesCause they running around like they was your age*****ing *****es raw cause now the world ain't got no AIDSYeah, 2050 on these niggasGolddiggers sucked you dry left hickeys on you niggasI used to run around like you, run the town like youWalk my red nose and clown like youBut it got old like Betty WhiteThis rap shit real deep like Barry WhiteReminiscing on the days I used to carry whiteWalking though them Crip hoods in the Cherry NikesNow I live a married life, walking in the house, to them home-cooked mealsJoint American Express accounts and less dollar bills[Hook]Niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stackJust like Goodie Mob, I was born in the TrapNiggas still got their hands out, begging for a stackBut just like Luda, I was born in the TrapNiggas still got their hands out, begging for a stackBut like Soulja Boy, I was born in the TrapBroke ass niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stackTake 'em to Shawty Lo, nigga, learn how to Trap[Verse 3]Shit deeper than the roof's band15's drumming, ?uestlove in the coup famRiding through Pittsburgh, Wiz got the SteelersBorn by the jungle so I came with gorillasSince niggas dropping more dimes than we *****in'We out the hood, tryna get money like (?)Splitting backboards just to get our weed stuffed inThe crack we cookin, we don't need ovensWe need something to put in the mouth of our kidsInstead of copping chains, lets fly to Chile and digGo to Haiti and feed to the Bahamas and breatheOn the way back, to my nigga Sean from Belize, you knowSometimes I feel like this rap shit is heaven sentThen I get a high, feel like it's irrelevantSo I'm about to pop the trunk like an elephantAnd campaign with Wyclef while he run for presidentI'm 'bout to pop the trunk like an elephantAnd campaign with Wyclef while he run for presidentTold you I was gonna kill this shit, Primo.. 
