Prayers to the Trap God - Roddy Ricch

Heart beatin', my mind racin' 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 kickin' 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 movin', I got introduced to slangin' and I keep on choosin' it

I see the helicopters movin' in

I thought if you took a loss, you just lose to win

Crawlin' 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 watchin' Family Guy when the police raided, hmm

A trap full of juugin' 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 eatin' 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