God Bless the Trap (feat. Anti-Lilly, Doeman & Lilly Aviana)
Niggas robbin' pistol poppin' dope slangin' and gangbangin'
Middle finger to the slave catchers they just left the homie with his brains hangin'
Hold up what you doing nigga maintainin'
Gotta get this money while the gettin' good
Krakkas hopped up on their white flights it was alright but now its gettin' hood
Went from Alief to the southwest to the swat that's the wish a nigga woods
If a nigga could then a nigga prolly woulda popped a ollie on a vert ramp
Stead he popped a Molly went and caught a body on a opp gave that boy a dirt nap
Hit the trap where that nigga Smyrk at nigga say he working where he work at
He aint got a job but he on his job like Tommy thats just where he serve at
If I flirt shawty gon flirt back I'm a player
Niggas been pimpin' since pimpin' been pimpin'
Catch a hoe on the gas gotta break her
These are the intermingling's where we at
You aint got 50 cent get the strap
If its beef where they at where they at
Pull up on 'em ratatatt hit the gas
God bless the trap
Send me down the river
I'd rather be anywhere but here
Bury me in holy water
Drown me in my momma's tears
And I Pray
Everyday I pray
I pray
I pray
I pray
Ten on me I aint talkin' change
From the east where my patna slanged
At 17 they gave my brother 8
Moved to the north just to get away
Wasn't doing well got some new clientele
But aint never tell
Never brag on what I had to do
But was living my sister had them empty shelves
My family had to eat
Stomach pains aint going away
Had to feed had the game
No fame to my name
Went the other way
Stayed afloat just to keep my pockets laced
Couple of my niggas drowned in the game
Learned from the losses that I seen 'em take
Runnin' track but I'm never sprintin'
3200 still lappin' niggas
Making plays but I kept my distance
Seven days with the sack was sacrilegious
God bless The trap they make us feel like it aint another way and trap us niggas
Lab rat a nigga
Hamster wheel where we aint goin' forward aint goin' backwards
Gob bless us everyday
I'm praying that depression let up
Tryna use it as my leverage
Fed tested makin' sure my niggas feel it
Tryna keep my bread from being unleavened
Send me down the river
I'd rather be anywhere but here
Bury me in holy water
Drown me in my momma's tears
And I pray
Everyday I pray
I pray
I pray
I Pray
Yeah God bless the trap
Southeast on the map
Pull up with that brrrat brrrat
Tell me brother whats up
Love to see you down so they hatin' on the come up
Southeast gorilla I'm a cold motherfucka
Pops made a monster
We all live in fear so everybody violent
Black in the west and brown in the east
While the while folks laugh that's divide that's conquered
Bills overdue so we high off that ganja
Never seen peace only war we wildin'
Everybody pissed 'cause we all got problems
Black love brown pride we mobbin'
Environment a cycle that shit drives me psycho
Never learned math only 9 K's or rifles
Gang and your side what you die and what you fight for
Then we in the pen segregated that's Iso
Brown boys run the streets where we from
16 years old got that K with that drum
We don't feel pain no more we numb
And pride gon' kill me 'cause I'm never gon' run
If you need a gun for a fade you a bitch bruh
Put the gun down lil homie put your fist up
Stayed down for the side never switched up
God bless the trap but the trap done tricked us
Middle finger to the slave catchers they just left the homie with his brains hangin'
Hold up what you doing nigga maintainin'
Gotta get this money while the gettin' good
Krakkas hopped up on their white flights it was alright but now its gettin' hood
Went from Alief to the southwest to the swat that's the wish a nigga woods
If a nigga could then a nigga prolly woulda popped a ollie on a vert ramp
Stead he popped a Molly went and caught a body on a opp gave that boy a dirt nap
Hit the trap where that nigga Smyrk at nigga say he working where he work at
He aint got a job but he on his job like Tommy thats just where he serve at
If I flirt shawty gon flirt back I'm a player
Niggas been pimpin' since pimpin' been pimpin'
Catch a hoe on the gas gotta break her
These are the intermingling's where we at
You aint got 50 cent get the strap
If its beef where they at where they at
Pull up on 'em ratatatt hit the gas
God bless the trap
Send me down the river
I'd rather be anywhere but here
Bury me in holy water
Drown me in my momma's tears
And I Pray
Everyday I pray
I pray
I pray
I pray
Ten on me I aint talkin' change
From the east where my patna slanged
At 17 they gave my brother 8
Moved to the north just to get away
Wasn't doing well got some new clientele
But aint never tell
Never brag on what I had to do
But was living my sister had them empty shelves
My family had to eat
Stomach pains aint going away
Had to feed had the game
No fame to my name
Went the other way
Stayed afloat just to keep my pockets laced
Couple of my niggas drowned in the game
Learned from the losses that I seen 'em take
Runnin' track but I'm never sprintin'
3200 still lappin' niggas
Making plays but I kept my distance
Seven days with the sack was sacrilegious
God bless The trap they make us feel like it aint another way and trap us niggas
Lab rat a nigga
Hamster wheel where we aint goin' forward aint goin' backwards
Gob bless us everyday
I'm praying that depression let up
Tryna use it as my leverage
Fed tested makin' sure my niggas feel it
Tryna keep my bread from being unleavened
Send me down the river
I'd rather be anywhere but here
Bury me in holy water
Drown me in my momma's tears
And I pray
Everyday I pray
I pray
I pray
I Pray
Yeah God bless the trap
Southeast on the map
Pull up with that brrrat brrrat
Tell me brother whats up
Love to see you down so they hatin' on the come up
Southeast gorilla I'm a cold motherfucka
Pops made a monster
We all live in fear so everybody violent
Black in the west and brown in the east
While the while folks laugh that's divide that's conquered
Bills overdue so we high off that ganja
Never seen peace only war we wildin'
Everybody pissed 'cause we all got problems
Black love brown pride we mobbin'
Environment a cycle that shit drives me psycho
Never learned math only 9 K's or rifles
Gang and your side what you die and what you fight for
Then we in the pen segregated that's Iso
Brown boys run the streets where we from
16 years old got that K with that drum
We don't feel pain no more we numb
And pride gon' kill me 'cause I'm never gon' run
If you need a gun for a fade you a bitch bruh
Put the gun down lil homie put your fist up
Stayed down for the side never switched up
God bless the trap but the trap done tricked us
Credits
Writer(s): Darele Taylor
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