Trap Money

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    Trap money good but the wrath only pilin'

    He say he paid the cost
    To be the boss
    He want that new Bent
    Top off
    He say he burn the block hot sause
    He say the world is his but look at what it cost
    See his daddy was a dope boy
    Uncle was a dope boy/brother was a dope boy
    Sister was a dope girl
    Cousin was a dope boy
    Only thing that he new was dope boy
    Now everybody that I named in jail or dead
    It's like the devil putting that money on they head

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    See the trap money good
    But the wrath is pillin'you and God got beef
    You don't want them problems
    Cause why we getting fast that money good
    But believe me it won't help you when they put you in that wood
    Boy

    Back in the day I had a lot of pay
    But then I got saved
    Took a pay cut by the way I'm still blessed
    Money can solve some problems but if you on the wrong side of when
    He crack that sky it's gonna be grotesque
    It's gonna be a hot mess
    Surrounded by dead flesh eternally hopeless
    You better listen to the sound of the Holy Ghost stumping bumping jumping up in your chest
    That money won't last it'll pass like gas
    It'll fade like grass fast
    Whiplash in your face like car crash
    If you keep on living in darkness
    Homeboy I know you ain't heartless
    Rick Ross done fed you that garbage
    This is not a dis
    This is just a word for the dope boy trapping and rapping dealing with life challenges
    All I'm trying to tell them is
    They can be better then they can be better men
    Lawyers doctors high school letter men
    Why are you settling for the same thing locked up your partner them
    Why would you follow them why would you model them
    They ain't did nothing but fail
    Jesus Christ I pray you follow him

    I see you in these streets
    Out here trying to get it
    You never sleep trying to triple your diggets
    I know your model is money over everything
    Mr. Ice Cream man moving hurricane
    You got that trap money got you feeling hood rich
    Got you feeling good with
    Racks on racks and hood chicks
    But after that you could get
    Caught up with some Fed time
    Or God forbid they hit the kid with rad-di-tat tat bed time
    Or worst than that you keep trapping
    Oscar winner keep acting
    Like you don't hear the LORD calling one day He's gon' reek havoc
    Ask the real Rick Ross
    All that money can get lost
    God's gon' ask how you respond to His Son on a bloody cross

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