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Featuring Lightshow Produced by AppleJuice Kid (Intro 1) Georgetown is what's very symbolic and very connected. Not just to black DC but to black America. They were kinda black America's basketball team to a lotta lotta people. So, when these stories started comin' around on the sports ticker that this big drug dealer was hanging out with several of the players, it was big news. (Intro 2: Wale) This is a place where opportunities few, and niggas feud for land they'll never own. Where they raise hell and waste shells, and duck baby mamas but rarely escape jail. This is the trap... the trap. (Verse 1: Wale) Death on my opposition, no Them watchin' me blow is more than even in the skull And my team has a flow, ambition see the results And to get to my spirit seeing twitpics of them diplomas, word Cannot stress it, through God blessings we made it out For the have-nots that have a knot to have knots Hats off, we been working our ass off And we all-stars that made the squad with the cap off Steinbrenner, designed to make your dynasty weary Sometimes I'm a dick, but you niggas placenta And that's the problem, it's a problem, don't dap me my nigga Just tap me my nigga, then get at me my nigga Man fuck a dappin' you rappers should get back off the fingers Trust in God and you golden, trust in rap and you empty Bust a mac and you gangster, that's how them youngins livin' Shout out that Georgetown Press they still trappin' the district Letras de canciones (Hook) Blessings we made it out, blessings we made it out They still trappin' the district Trust in God and you golden, trust in rap and you empty Blessings we made it out, blessings we made it out Shout out that Georgetown Press they still trappin' the district (Verse 2: Lightshow) New nigga, but I'm Patrick Ewing on these blocks My mac cold like Dikembe nigga, who need Glocks These crooked cops keep tryin' steal the ball from me But late like Kevin Brass was with these rock 600 plus assists, plus this I must admiss Hard work ain't come with this, that's why I fuck with this G set the fuckin' pick, I went straight to the hole Went to college a day, dropped out went straight for my goals Now it's dough in my mattress, my bitch look like a actress Cause I studied the defense, and I stayed after practice On my way to the league, only limit the sky Still I show up to practice, I can't end up like A.I. Pay attention on missing Shout out to Georgetown but I won't get trapped in the District, nah Lightshow (Hook) Blessings we made it out, blessings we made it out They still trappin' the district Trust in God and you golden, trust in rap and you empty Blessings we made it out, blessings we made it out Shout out that Georgetown Press they still trappin' the district (Verse 3: Wale) Leader of the people who ain't tryna be led But I'm a get us all back if I can smile all year I seen bums happy as anyone Millionaires set for bread Some be livin' for crumbs Motherfuckers don't fuck with us I still be showin' love Cause if I was local and they was on it I'd be nah Don't trip off what a bitch say, trouble on a good day All my youngins put up numbers just like Bubba, Chuck, and Kente When we can't hit the league we let the streets mislead and dictate And there is no I in team, but can you read the I on Vick's page Otto Porter with all the water servin' the corners Pray for callin' up 'Zo Mourning before the tourney Servin' drugs, some us don't make it out here My niggas had some plugs, I gave 'em a better outlet There's a difference in words hustle and trappin' See hustlers find a way out, while the latter can't climb up out it The trap (Hook) Blessings we made it out, blessings we made it out They still trappin' the district Trust in God and you golden, trust in rap and you empty Blessings we made it out, blessings we made it out Shout out that Georgetown Press they still trappin' the district (Outro) Georgetown coach John Thompson made a personal appeal to Edmond to stay away from his players. He built this team into a national power, and now the inspector of a DC drug dealer in the H sack, you know, well, that could have destroyed everything. From Letras Mania