Proof - Trapped [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Eminem]
Big Proof, rest in peace Doody
We love you, we just wanna keep making you proud

[Verse: Proof]
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 on 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
Naturally, I gotta focus on these bogus poachers
Lookin' over my shoulder, Proof get it poppin' like shoulder
Hold up (We nothin' but soldiers), slow up (This gun is loaded)
Roll up (They beef and we leavin' 'em coked up)
If Slim say it I spray it, if he will it I kill it
We Kilpatrick and Ilitch of Detroit, y'all can feel it
Got this gun on my wasteline, and woah we don't waste time
Ja, man he can't take a punch and 50 can take nine
We got School Craft here at the 7, 8, and Dexter
I'm up in Holly, spendin' dollas, ain't feelin' no pressure
Yes sir, your texture is bitch, betcha ya flinch
When Proof shoot up they coup, and waste your whole clique