SER EL TRAP (feat. SPONSOR DIOS y BAXIAN)

Everyone wants to be the trap, trends come, trends go
I no longer feel like putting up with fake stars, fans
Too much marketing and here in the ring there's no more king
More than good managing or going to the gym, you have to innovate

If I sing to any of their girlfriends, she will fall in love
Trappers approach me like Christ and his parables
Put on the newest track to see if they won't work here
Son of a bitch, I have millions of sons, like the capital

YSYSMO always the same, because in the shows my flow per capita
The bar is set very high, bullets will turn into magic wands
Everyone wants to be the most popular on TikTok or Instagram
Through social media life becomes a script to act in
It hurts a lot what they will say, they die to be a replica
Even if they sell their soul, there are things the devil won't pay for

Everyone wants to be the trap, trends come, trends go
Everyone comes as if God doesn't want to forgive
Everyone wants to be the trap, everyone wants to speed up
But one's anxiety won't bring them to the podium

Wuh (wuh-wuh-uh)
Everyone wants to be the trap, trends come, trends go
Wuh (everyone wants to be the fucking trap)
But I doubt one's anxiety will bring them to the podium

Leather full of holes, I never wait, I arrived first
Trappers die without a but, they don't have money for the scoreboard
They have nothing to be trappers, I'm already too old to be a trapper
They will lie again even though they are not beneath my balls

It's YSYSMO the money maker, your girl, sorry, lies
With his zombie face always, my drug rolling, baby
Pack of honey, pack of hazes, drops of oil
There are no fans commenting here, no room for haters

The tracks are made here alone, I premiered and stayed alone
It's YSYSMO from pole to pole, some came to take the gold
I don't have a boat for those parrots, it's YSYSMO even in the chorus
My flows, my rhythm, my idea and my everything
My sword and shield if the trap is left alone

Everyone wants to be the trap, trends come, trends go
Everyone comes as if God doesn't want to forgive
Everyone wants to be the trap, everyone wants to speed up
But one's anxiety won't bring them to the podium

To-To-Everyone wants to be the trap
Trends come, trends go
To-To-Everyone wants to be the trap
But I doubt one's anxiety will bring them to the podium

Their anxiety, eh
Everyone wants to be trap, trends come, trends go, eh
But I doubt one's anxiety will bring them to the podium
YSYSMO
Baxian
SPONSOR GOD
Beba