Born in the Trap
The Game Lyrics

I was born in the cross hairs without a pot to piss in
I was born into poverty with no resources and in danger

Where niggas get smoked over Jordans and their Pippens
Violence erupts over material possessions like expensive shoes

Welcome to California, nah, it ain't cold as New York
California may not have harsh weather, but life is still tough

But life is a bitch out here, word to Too Short
Life is difficult here, as Too Short has also noted

Whack was a shooter so we called him Tony Kukoc
Whack was a shooter on our team and we gave him a nickname of a famous basketball player

Gang banging had us addicted like it was new ports
We were heavily involved in gang activity and couldn't resist it like an addiction to smoking cigarettes

Whoever thought that it would spread like petroleum
We didn't anticipate how widespread and destructive gang violence would become

Now BP connect got us praying to them holy men
BP (an oil company) is now intertwined in our lives and we are desperate for help

Just had a daughter homie, named her Katrina
I recently became a father and named my daughter Katrina as a tribute to those affected by Hurricane Katrina

If I raise her right, then maybe she can take over FEMA
I hope to raise my daughter to be a leader and make a positive impact like those who work for FEMA

Spike Lee in New Orleans shooting documentaries
Spike Lee is in New Orleans filming documentaries about the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina

And Game still in Cali eating off the documentary
I am still living in California and profiting from the documentary I made about my life and experiences

Take em to the symmetry I mean the cemetery
Let's bring them to a place of symmetry, which is a cemetery

Where everybody boxed in, refrigerator Perry
Everyone is confined in a small space like a coffin, and even the famous football player Refrigerator Perry is limited by death

And everybody little fuck up, they blame it on Barack
People blame their mistakes on Barack Obama as if he's responsible for all issues

'Cause he's just like T.I. born in the trap
People compare Obama to T.I., as if they both came from poverty and faced adversity

'Cause he's just like Gucci, born in the trap
People compare Obama to Gucci Mane, as if they both came from poverty and faced adversity

'Cause he's just like Jeezy, born in the trap
People compare Obama to Young Jeezy, as if they both came from poverty and faced adversity

And every little fuck up, my gun she go, "crack"
My firearm goes off in response to any mistake or misbehavior

'Cause I'm just like Outkast, born in the trap
I'm similar to Outkast, as we were both born into poverty and struggled to overcome it

So what's going on with you faggots?
What's happening with all of you losers?

And what you gonna do when your swagger no longer matters?
What will you do when your confidence and arrogance can no longer save you?

And your bitch ain't the baddest 'cause she in her mid-40s
Your girlfriend isn't attractive anymore because she's getting older

And your phantom played out so you hating on the shorties
Your luxury car is outdated so you're jealous of younger, less fortunate people

'Cause they running around like they was your age and you was your age
They act like they're your age even though you're older and more experienced

Fucking bitches raw 'cause now the world ain't got no AIDS
People are engaging in unprotected sex because they falsely believe AIDS no longer exists

Yeah, 2050 all you niggas gold diggers
In the future, everyone will be materialistic and obsessed with wealth

Sucked you dry left them hickeys on you niggas
Those obsessed with money will use and abuse others, leaving them with visible marks

I used to run around like you, run the town like you
I used to be like you, living a fast-paced and reckless lifestyle

Walk my red nose and clown like you, but it got old like Betty White
I used to be a clown like you, but I outgrew that phase like the elderly actress Betty White

This rap shit real deep like Barry White
Rap music is very profound and meaningful, like the sultry music of Barry White

Reminiscing on the days I used to carry white
I look back on the times when I used to sell cocaine

Walking though them Crip hoods in the Cherry Nikes
I used to walk through neighborhoods controlled by Crip gang members while wearing fashionable Cherry Nikes

Now I lead a married life, walking in the house, to them home-cooked meals
Now I am a family man, coming home to delicious home-cooked meals

Joint American Express accounts and less dollar bills
My spouse and I have shared financial accounts and less physical cash

Niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stack
People still beg for money, expecting me to give them a large sum

Just like Goodie Mob, I was born in the trap
I'm similar to the hip-hop group Goodie Mob, as we were both born into poverty and struggled to overcome it

But just like Luda, I was born in the trap
I'm similar to Ludacris, as we were both born into poverty and struggled to overcome it

But like Soulja Boy, I was born in the trap
I'm similar to Soulja Boy, as we were both born into poverty and struggled to overcome it

Broke ass niggas still begging for a stack
Poor individuals are still begging for money, expecting me to give them a large sum

Take 'em to Shawty Lo, nigga, learn how to trap
Let's bring them to Shawty Lo, who can teach them how to make it in the world of drug dealing

Shit deeper than The Roots band
The situation is more profound and serious than the music of the hip-hop group The Roots

Fifteens drumming, questlove in the coupe fam
The bass from the subwoofers is powerful and impactful, like a drummer from The Roots, while Questlove (a member of The Roots) is riding in the car

Riding through Pittsburgh, Wiz got the Steelers
We are driving through Pittsburgh and Wiz Khalifa is a fan of the Pittsburgh Steelers football team

Born by the jungle so I came with gorillas
I grew up in a dangerous environment, so I have become tough and aggressive like gorillas

Since niggas dropping more dimes than we fuckin'
People are informing on one another more than they're having sex

We out the hood, tryna get money like Pete Touchin
We left our poor neighborhood and are now trying to make money like the successful entrepreneur Peter Touchin

Splitting backboards just to get our weed stuffed in
We are breaking basketball hoops just to use the rim as a device to smoke weed

The crack we cookin, we don't need ovens
We can cook crack without a traditional oven

We need something to put in the mouth of our kids
We need something to feed our children

Instead of copping chains, lets fly to Chile and dig
Instead of buying expensive jewelry, let's invest in a trip to Chile and mine for resources

Go to Haiti and feed to the Bahamas and breathe
Let's travel to Haiti to help feed people, then go to the Bahamas to relax and breathe fresh air

On the way back, to my nigga Sean from Belize, you know
On the way back, let's stop and visit my friend Sean who is from Belize

Sometimes I feel like this rap shit is heaven sent
I sometimes feel like being a rapper is a gift from heaven or fate

Then I get a high, feel like it's irrelevant
Sometimes I get a rush from rapping, but other times it feels unimportant or insignificant

So I'm about to pop the trunk like an elephant
I am about to open the trunk of my car aggressively, like an elephant would with its trunk

And campaign with Wyclef while he run for president
I am going to campaign with Wyclef Jean while he runs for president

Told you I was gonna kill this shit, Primo
I warned you that I was going to do very well in this rap song, directed towards DJ Premier

You know rockin' with the best
You know you're dealing with the best (referring to himself)