Trap Evangelist

I can't even lie the lord be blessing me
Steady catching blessings while the devil stressing me
Seem like every time I get a break he full court pressing me
But I'm locked with the top chef I got the recipe
Why yo baby mama copy everything I do
Follow me all on my IG like she looking for clues
Taking all my little styles like she Jada or Louch
Gone make me get it back in blood like I roll with piru, oh
But I ain't even with the violence
My vibe on d-n-d like my phone on silent
Don't bring no bad news all I hear is a violin
And I can't stand a goofy nigga, Nick Cannon you wilding
Trying to put the AP back on the map
Like Prince be purple reigning or like YE with the gap
You a boost mobile baby asking where I be at
Only respond to the Ching with the cash on the app

I should write book
Maybe I should write a hook
Steal me style you a crook
Took the ball now you shook

I ain't trying to brag I'm just speaking my lingo
Your man up for grabs less he bought you a ring though
He say you do too much always yelling like bingo
But he a loud mouth too call him Ocho Cinco
Sitting on my balcony contemplating a mill
Trying to get my mama straight from out the hood to the hills
I don't wear them much no more cause I don't like how they feel
But put these fazos to your neck cause I'm a stepper for real, eww
Never really thought about rapping
But I'm good at everything so I treat it like trapping
I stack my paper then I dip cause I ain't in it for long
Thinking bout my next move as I'm writing this song
Maybe I should preach to the babies
Become a trap evangelist cause he really did save me
I know I ain't a perfect picture still a blurry reflection
Change my name to My Dolla gone pass the collection

I should write book
Maybe I should write a hook
Steal me style you a crook
Took the ball now you shook