Prayers To The Trap God

(album: Please Excuse Me For Being Antisocial - 2019)

Heart beating, my mind racing up
You can hear the screams and sirens in the cut
Out of the trap for [?]
See a copper, gotta trap
That's why I got the .9 in my pocket for
Got the drop before he kicking down the door
For some Christian Dior, we was 'bout to send a hunnid packs through your neighborhood
If it get trapped, I knew my baby would
I never knew I would have to face the music
I know they gon' bum rush us, restless
We gotta keep on moving, I got introduced to slanging and I keep on choosing it
I see the helicopters moving in
I thought if you took a loss, you just lose to win
Crawling on the floor, tryna get to the door
Flush it down the toilet 'fore they get me with the four
They did a whole sweep, couldn't even go to sleep
A lot of my family members got got
My uncle looked the police in his eyes and he got shot
Tell me how that make you feel, fake or real?
I'm about to chase a bil', fuck a mil', yeah
She wanna ride my dick like a stallion
She just wanna pop a X like Malcolm
I got family that's addicts, I got family that's drug dealers
I got family that's murderers, I got family that love niggas
And family important, you just gotta embrace it
Like your dawg could be poor and it just depend what you make it with
I was watching Family Guy when the police raided, hmm
A trap full of juuging ass suits, that shit was crazy, damn
How I'ma have my baby? If I'm stuck in the fence at 19 with 25 in a day
You only eating three times a day
You gotta save up, put a rock on her finger, that's the only time she gon' stay

I've been tryna pray to the trap god
(Trap god, god), hope he listen (Yeah, yeah)
I've been tryna pray to the trap god (Trap god)
Hope it wasn't no witnesses