Cornflex - Livin in a Trap

〈Verse 1: Cornflex〉
Livin in a trap, motherfuck - pain and misery, is what these so called friends and bitches bringing me
Someone ends up getting Shot - lord please dont let them be the ones pushin me from bridges, killing me
Equipped with a bullet and a Glock - even though there is no escape when they sneak up from behind wearing a hoodie on the street
How in hell can I be saved by a cop? - It is a matter of seconds till i get dropped, can't be waiting for the phone to be picked up
Flex gets murdered for not that much - over jealousy and envy, thats the reason phony homies, pulling their index fingers to be filling me
With ammunition, make the slaughter stop - tell me why is it possible, why are people losing their lifes to hoes, instead of god?
How can I avoid being popped - like bubble gum blowed off from pure force of them sluts
Dead bodies found face down, laying on my block - in the end they get away without a witness seeing the suffering on that spot

〈Chorus: Cornflex〉
Livin in a trap, livin in a trap, livin in a trap
I’m talking bout
Livin in a trap, livin in a trap, livin in a trap
I’m talking bout
Livin in a trap, livin in a trap, livin in a trap, livin in a trap, livin in a trap, livin in a trap
I’m talking bout
Livin in a trap, livin in a trap, livin in a trap, livin in a trap, livin in a trap, livin in a trap
I’m talking bout
Livin in a trap, livin in a trap, livin in a trap
I’m talking bout

〈Verse 2: Cornflex〉
Guns and violence - revenge for the brother, young man got chopped up thats why Felix moves in silence
You dont know how my style is - I don't talk, I don't show, you will never find me in the front row
Creep – Up – Upon – the - back door - neighbours around me dont even know no mo, is he dead or alive, never seen the boy come or go
Verlass das Haus nur für Dinero - ich arbeit mich lieber tot, als tot verarbeitet, pump den Schrot, da es mir den Atem freihält
Ich bin stur, einfach so - ändere mich nicht, geht hier um mich, gibt keine Bitch, schreib dies Gedicht und lebe den Shit, denn es schützt mein Gesicht
Vor allen diesen Hoes - der Nebel ist dicht, ich höre "Flex wird gefickt", doch lebendig kriegt ihr mich nicht, am Ende steh ich nur vor Gottes Gericht
22 Jahre habe ich hinter mir, rappe diese Laier, bis jeder Bastard es kapiert
Bin paranoid, sie wollen mich eliminieren, verzichte auf Alk und Weed denn ich werde nichts riskieren

〈Chorus: Cornflex〉
Livin in a trap, livin in a trap, livin in a trap
I’m talking bout
Livin in a trap, livin in a trap, livin in a trap
I’m talking bout
Livin in a trap, livin in a trap, livin in a trap, livin in a trap, livin in a trap, livin in a trap
I’m talking bout
Livin in a trap, livin in a trap, livin in a trap, livin in a trap, livin in a trap, livin in a trap
I’m talking bout
Livin in a trap, livin in a trap, livin in a trap, livin in a trap, livin in a trap, livin in a trap
I’m talking bout
Livin in a trap, livin in a trap, livin in a trap, livin in a trap, livin in a trap, livin in a trap
I’m talking bout