[Verse I]
A man from Ukraine is just taking me to studio
But it doesn't bother me in this country, I was emigrating too
He's calmly taking me to my destination, I'm smoking a joint in the back seat
Money made by "Maffija" in my pocket, although I'm not a boss of the cartel
Step on the gas, okay bye
We were supposed to drive, but we are in traffic jams for 90 minutes like soccer players
We have already talking over all topics, the silence begins
I see that it embarrasses him and I only wait when he asks something
Suddenly he asks: "You are coming back from work?". I say yes
"Where are you working?" I'm saying Trap
I don't understand what that means (but I don't get it)
I'm just explaining, It's simple do you know what trappin' means?
Not to work, but to earn

[Hook]
In the pursuit of luck, I put it on the beat
In the name of the Trap
Let the angel on the hood of the car bless me
In the name of the Trap
In the pursuit of luck, I put it on the beat
In the name of the Trap
Let the angel on the hood of the car bless me
In the name of the Trap

[Verse II]
In Galeria Krakowska, I talked with Lanek about the fact that the trap would soon eat Poland
That the trap numbers on AutoTune would be playing in radio stations here
It's been 5 years since that conversation and I felt like a clairvoyant
Wait I have a vision - you are a piece of shit (oh)
I am not the only and only father of the trap, I have a lot of humility
Respect for those who have been and are today
We are like tattoos on the face man we cannot be overlooked
We smoking so much weed man you can't help but notice (oh)
Bitches keep looking at me because I have "Off-White" written on t shirt
I don't even know about it, Lanek showed it to me once
I live well but if i would had to go to work full time
That would just go because I'm a normal boy