Trap money good but the wrath only pilin'
I don't think they hear me
He say he paid the cost to be the boss He want that new big, new big top He say he burn the block hot sauce 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 See the trap money good But the wrath is pilin' 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
Back in the day I had a lot of hate 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 digits 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
God didn't make us to be in a trap You now the outcome They're in jail, man I've seen it too many times It's going good for awhile You making moves Then it all comes to an end
