Trapped

My life is trapped in these lines
 That's why I'm packin these nines
 I gotta rap I ain't dyin'
 That's in the back of my mind
 Got a strap made of iron
 Can't relax on this grind
 Bendin' over backwards for these slackers
 Til' I'm snappin' my spine
 Natural high, I gotta focus
 On these bogus poachers
 Lookin' over my shoulder
 Proof get it poppin' like soda
 Hold up (We nothin' but soldiers)
 Slow up (This car and it's loaded)
 Roll up (They beef n' we leaving em' cooked up)
 If Slim say it I spray it
 If he will it I kill it
 We Kilpatrick and Illich of Detroit
 Y'all can feel it
 Will at this gun on my waisteline
 At war we dont waste time
 Ja, man can't take a punch
 And 50 can take nine, (BLAOW!)
 We got Schoolcraft here at the 7, 8 and Dexter
 I'm up in Holly spendin' dollars, ain't feelin' no pressure
 Yes sir, your texture's a bitch
 Betcha ya flinch, when Proof shoot up they coup
 And waste your whole clique