The People

[Trap Soul]

[Intro]
These people
These people mane
These people mane

[Verse 1]
These people don’t be rappin’
Don’t be really in the streets
These people just be talkin’
Ain’t never had it like me

They don’t move how I move
They don’t rap how I speak
But they copy every move
Wanna dress, act, and be like me

Claimin’ they gods — please
People be frauds, geez
Strike ‘em down today
For disrespectin’ G-O-D

[Verse 2]
These people be so lame
They can’t relate to pain
Fake vibes, fake chains
Even some women the same

Compare ‘em to some Jakes
Ya mans might be a snake
Caught a charge for movin’ weight
But he back out in a day?

Said his lawyer beat the case
Ain’t even had a court date — wait…
That ain’t addin’ up, bro
Watch who you trust, fo sho

Birds of a feather gon’ flock
I peep the code and the plot
Most these dudes impress dudes
Man, that’s suspect — just stop

[Verse 3]
What was you thinkin’?
Don’t even answer
That’s rhetorical
I’m just exposin’ messy characters
This flow — historical

These my words
I’m the original
Nacho — Doritos
I don’t follow subliminals
I’m dolo — ten toes

[Outro]
Jumped off the porch at thirteen
Since then, I been on go
Ain’t worried ‘bout you or yours
I’m locked in — I’m in that mode
Still risin’ from the low
And I’m just lettin’ y’all know…

rap, trap soul