[Verse 1]
I was born in the crosshairs without a pot to [bad word] in
Where niggas get smoked over their Jordans and their Pippens [bad word] to California, nah, it ain't cold as New York
 But life is a [bad word] out here: word to Too Short
Wack as a shooter so we called him Tony Kukoc
Gang banging had us addicted like it was Newports
Whoever thought that it would spread like petroleum
 Now BP connect got us praying to them holy men
Just had a daughter homie, named her Katrina
 If I raise her right, then maybe she can take over FEMA
Spike Lee in New Orleans shooting documentaries
And Game still in Cali eating off The Documentary
 Take em to the symmetry I mean the cemetery
Where everybody boxed in: Refrigerator Perry

 [Hook]
And everybody little [bad word] up, they blame it on Barack
 Cause he's just like T.I.: Born in the Trap
 And everybody little [bad word] up, they blame it on Barack
 Cause he's just like Gucci: Born in the Trap
 And everybody little [bad word] up, they blame it on Barack
 Cause he's just like Jeezy: Born in the Trap
 And every little [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
 And what you gonna do when your swag no longer matters?
 And your [bad word] ain't the baddest cause she in her mid-40s
 And your Phantom played out so you hating on the shorties
 Cause [bad word] around like they was your age [bad word] [bad word] raw cause now the world ain't got no AIDS
 Yeah, 2050 on these niggas
Golddiggers sucked you dry left hickeys on you niggas
I used [bad word] around like [bad word] the town like you
 Walk my red nose and clown like you
But it got old like Betty White
This rap [bad word] real deep like Barry White
Reminiscing on the days I used to carry white
Walking though them Crip hoods in the Cherry Nikes
Now I live a married life, walking in the house, to them home-cooked meals
 Joint American Express accounts and less dollar bills

 [Hook]
Niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stack
 Just like Goodie Mob, I was born in the Trap
 Niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stack
 But just like Luda, I was born in the Trap
 Niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stack
 But like Soulja Boy, I was born in the Trap
 Broke [bad word] niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stack
Take 'em to Shawty Lo, [bad word]  learn how to Trap

 [Verse 3] [bad word] deeper than The Roots band
15's [bad word]  ?uestlove in the coupe fam
Riding through Pittsburgh, Wiz got the Steelers
Born by the jungle so I came with gorillas
 Since niggas dropping more dimes than we [bad word] 
 We out the hood, tryna get money like (?)
 Splitting backboards just to get our weed stuffed in
The crack we cookin, we don't need ovens
We need something to put in the mouth of our kids
 Instead of copping chains, lets fly to Chile and dig
 Go to Haiti and feed to the Bahamas and breathe
On the way back, to my [bad word] Sean from Belize, you know
Sometimes I feel like this rap [bad word] is heaven sent
 Then I get a high, feel like it's irrelevant
So I'm about to pop the [bad word] like an elephant
And campaign with Wyclef while [bad word] for president
 I'm 'bout to pop the [bad word] like an elephant
And campaign with Wyclef while [bad word] for president
Told you I was gonna kill this [bad word]  Premo..