[Verse 1] Yeah, posted on the block where the fiends don’t sleep, Corner hot as hell, but the rent ain’t cheap, Scale in my palm, baggies stacked in a heap, Cookin’ in the kitchen, hear the Pyrex weep. Mama prayed for college, but the streets my dean, Graduated grams, flipped a brick by nineteen, Trap house buzzin’ like a hive, no peace, Dope boys dreamin’ ‘bout a life they can’t reach. Sirens wail loud, but we move discreet, Hollow tips loaded, gotta eat, can’t bleed, Feds raid the spot, neighbors snitch for a fee, Caught a case last summer, still ain’t free. Kids on the stoop mimic moves they see, Slangin’ for a chain or some J’s, sixteen, OGs turn ghosts, overdose in the breeze, Cemeteries full, but the plug overseas. Politicians preach, but they don’t know the war, Fund the jails, not the schools, keep us poor, Crack rock profit built the world they adore, While we dodge the reaper, trappin’ door-to-door. [Chorus(Singing, melodic)] Ohhh, we’re chained to the game, no way out, Cookin’ shadows in the flame, no way out Trapped in the hustle,no way out Ohhh, we’re slaves to the grind, no way out [Verse 2] Yeah, wrist on whip, stir the pot ‘til it lock, Dope so white, call it snow on the block, Runners move packs ‘fore the sun hit the clock, Lost my cous to the needle, now his heart don’t knock. Phone jumpin’ wild, trap a circus, no clowns, Junkies line up single-file, broken crowns, Countin’ dirty money ‘til my fingers turn brown, Dreams of escapin’ sink deep, then drown. Cops roll slow, checkin' my tint, Judge don’t care ‘bout the why, just the print, System built a cage, threw the key in the wind, Born in the trap, so we sin to begin. Mama cried tears when the raid came through, Told her, “This the life that the block led to,” Pills in the cabinet, rent past due, Sellin’ poison to survive, what else we gon’ do? They gentrify the hood, push us out for the green, Condos rise tall where the dope fiends leaned, Preachers sell hope, but the devil’s on my team, Trapped in the cycle, livin’ nightmares, not dreams. [Chorus(Singing, melodic)] Ohhh, we’re chained to the game, no way out, Cookin’ shadows in the flame, no way out Trapped in the hustle, hear the cries no way out Ohhh, we’re slaves to the grind, no way out [Verse 3] Yeah, bricks in the duffel, scale on tilt, Guilt in my chest, but the profit don’t wilt, Homie took a plea, now he’s locked in the silt, Ten years fed time for the life we built. Trap like a web, every move’s a thread, One slip, you’re caught, or you’re bleedin’ red, Kids see the flash, think it’s gold, not lead, Dead-end road where the future’s misled. Politicians point, call us kings of the crime, But they carved the map, drew the poverty line, Factories closed, left the hood to decline, Now we slang to eat, turnin’ water to wine. Fentanyl waves drown the block in despair, Mamas bury sons, gray strands in their hair, [Chorus] Ohhh, we’re chained to the game, no way out, no way out no fuckin way out [outro]