Key: Bm
Bm
Yeah, yeah
Bm
Pray to the trap
Bm
Pray for the trap
Bm
Send them niggas to the Hood Pope
My synagogue right in the ghetto
D
Off the dome, I'm killin' niggas
But the pen game on a different level
Bm
One trap with a big dream
Em
I go hard, won't ever settle
Bm
"Go in for the kill" what they taught me
F#m
Boy I'm movin' that Shark Tank
Bm
In this bitch like I'm Clark Kent
Bm
Got a deal with the devil like y'all say
Bm
It's for the love of the money, what y'all think?
Bm
Fuck a wack bitch what I won't do
Em
Make a bill with these vocals
G
And the Pro Tools, thought I told you
Bm
Pedal or metal, I try to slow down but I can't
Bm
Fuckin' yo bitch and she kissin' the dick
Bm
And I'm startin' to feel like I'm Tank
Bm
Chasin' the commas on commas
Embracing the drama that come with the fame
Bm
Put that on my momma, the llama
It hit ya, designer in part of your brain, so stay in ya lane
Bm
Huh, yeah, I'm fuckin' your bitch in a park
Bm
I bust in her mouth cause she parched
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She throwin' it back with an arch
Bm
You cuffin' that bitch like a narc
Bm
Ooh boy I don't wanna start
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Two birds on my boat, I'mma start
Bm
I'm kinda like Noah's Ark
Bm
I am leaving this Earth with a mark
Bm
I ain't got time for you marks
Bm
I aim at your head like a dar
Bm
He lay on the street with a chart
Em
Spike on his head like he Bart
I'd rather be chasin' the cream
Bm
Trappin' and trappin', I never be slackin'
I'm countin' a million a dream
Bm
F#m
Trap and a dream, trap and a dream
Em
Bm
I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
Bm
One trap and a dream, trap and a dream
Bm
Em
I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene
Bm
Trap and a dream, trap and a dream
Bm
I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
Bm
One trap and a dream, trap and a dream
F#m
I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene
Bm
Trap and a dream, uh, Mac with the beam, yeah
Left Hollywood, damn, back to the fiends, woo
Bm
Pull up in my hood, skrt skrt, and back to the scene, hoo
Bm
In the back like a spleen, hoo, hunnid racks in my jeans, aw yeah
Em
F#m
Know a couple niggas want me dead in my hood
Bm
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Do some charity, I put some bread in my hood
Em
Pussy niggas snitchin', got the feds in my hood
Bm
It's like all the real niggas really dead in my hood
Bm
I been runnin' it up, fuckin' it up, plenty
Em
Bm
Hop out the spur, jump in the truck, Bentley
Bm
Em
Neosporin, I'm in the cut, chilly
Bm
Mask on, mask off, reppin' my set, Philly
Bm
F#m
I got thrity-six O's, we gone put it on a roll
Em
Bm
That boy silent, never told, fuckin' models out the Vogue
Bm
And I rock a lot of gold, all these diamonds on me froze
Em
I called papi for the low, he gon' drop it, Lord knows
I got a
Bm
F#m
Trap and a dream, trap and a dream
Em
Bm
I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
Bm
One trap and a dream, trap and a dream
Bm
Em
I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene
Bm
Trap and a dream, trap and a dream
Bm
I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream
Bm
One trap and a dream, trap and a dream
F#m
I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene