I told 'em straight, drop this an' zip lock that   Right on my waistline is where I kept that strap   I remember nights, I didn't remember nights   I damn near went crazy, had to get it right      Now I'm ya favorite rapper's favorite rapper   Now I'm ya favorite trapper's favorite trapper   The absolute truth, yeah, I'm no joke   Who me? I emerge from the crack smoked      In the hearts of those who grind with O's   They feel my pain, they at my shows   That's why I got this glass pot an' this triple bean   I tell 'em 'Money Talks' like Charlie Sheen      These are more than words, this is more than rap   This is the streets an' I am the trap   Standing ovation, standing ovation   These are more than words, this is more than rap   This is the streets an' I am the trap   Standing ovation, standing ovation      Once upon a time, I used to grind all night   With that residue that was iPod white   I'm a boss, I got Juice like the magazine   An' everyday I see Feds like a magazine      Psychopathic wordplay, schizophrenic flow   I guess it's safe to say I got schizophrenic dough   Fuck bad bitches, smoke big blunts   Who am I to tell ya different? Ya only live once      All I blow is Kush, yeah, that Cali bud   Got Cali love when I got that Cali glove   My Spanish bitch in L.A., yeah, I owe her one   Not them square seventeen like Uncle Brady's son      These are more than words, this is more than rap   This is the streets an' I am the trap   Standing ovation, standing ovation   These are more than words, this is more than rap   This is the streets an' I am the trap   Standing ovation, standing ovation      My brains pulse through my veins, man, I can't understand it   Infatuation with the birds, I watch Animal Planet   My life's a motion picture in Dolby Digital   Tree raiser an' the scale, it was digital      Calculate my every step, I'm a mathematician   Make them pigeons disappear, I'm a damn magician   A 40 cal, rubber bands an' a shoe box   Run through a hundred grand watchin' [Incomprehensible]      Got it by the truckload like the bread people   I got a 'Sixth Sense', I stack dead people   I'm talkin' Grants an' Jacksons   Swear, it took a whole hour just to count the Jacksons      These are more than words, this is more than rap   This is the streets an' I am the trap   Standing ovation, standing ovation   These are more than words, this is more than rap   This is the streets an' I am the trap   Standing ovation, standing ovation