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Yeah, yeah | Pray to the trap | Pray for the trap
Yeah, yeah Pray to the trap Pray for the trap Send them niggas to the Hood Pope My synagogue right in the ghetto Off the dome, I'm killin' niggas But the pen game on a different level One trap with a big dream I go hard, won't ever settle "Go in for the kill" what they taught me Boy I'm movin' that Shark Tank In this bitch like I'm Clark Kent Got a deal with the devil like y'all say It's for the love of the money, what y'all think? Fuck a wack bitch what I won't do Make a bill with these vocals And the Pro Tools, thought I told you Pedal or metal, I try to slow down but I can't Fuckin' yo bitch and she kissin' the dick And I'm startin' to feel like I'm Tank Chasin' the commas on commas Embracing the drama that come with the fame Put that on my momma, the llama It hit ya, designer in part of your brain, so stay in ya lane Huh, yeah, I'm fuckin' your bitch in a park I bust in her mouth cause she parched She throwin' it back with an arch You cuffin' that bitch like a narc Ooh boy I don't wanna start Two birds on my boat, I'mma start I'm kinda like Noah's Ark I am leaving this Earth with a mark I ain't got time for you marks I aim at your head like a dart He lay on the street with a chart Spike on his head like he Bart I'd rather be chasin' the cream Trappin' and trappin', I never be slackin' I'm countin' a million a dream Trap and a dream, trap and a dream I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream One trap and a dream, trap and a dream I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene Trap and a dream, trap and a dream I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream One trap and a dream, trap and a dream I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene Uh, yeah Trap and a dream, uh, Mac with the beam, yeah Left Hollywood, damn, back to the fiends, woo Pull up in my hood, skrt skrt, and back to the scene, hoo In the back like a spleen, hoo, hunnid racks in my jeans, aw yeah Know a couple niggas want me dead in my hood Do some charity, I put some bread in my hood Pussy niggas snitchin', got the feds in my hood It's like all the real niggas really dead in my hood I been runnin' it up, fuckin' it up, plenty Hop out the spur, jump in the truck, Bentley Neosporin, I'm in the cut, chilly Mask on, mask off, reppin' my set, Philly I got thrity-six O's, we gone put it on a roll That boy silent, never told, fuckin' models out the Vogue And I rock a lot of gold, all these diamonds on me froze I called papi for the low, he gon' drop it, Lord knows I got a Trap and a dream, trap and a dream I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream One trap and a dream, trap and a dream I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene Trap and a dream, trap and a dream I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream One trap and a dream, trap and a dream I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene
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