Trap And a Dream (feat. Meek Mill)

Yeah, yeah

Pray to the trap

Pray for the trap

Send them niggas to the hood Pope

My synagogue right in the ghetto

Off the dome, I'm killin' niggas

But the pen game on a different level

One trap with a big dream

I go hard, won't ever settle

Go in for the kill, what they taught me

Boy I move that shark tank

In this bitch like I'm Clark Kent

Got a deal with the devil like y'all say

It's for the love of the money, what y'all think?

Fuck a wack bitch what I won't do

Make a bill with these vocals and a pro tools

Thought I told you

Petal or metal, I try to slow down, but I can't

Fuckin' yo bitch and she kissin' the dick and I'm startin' to feel like I'm Tank

Chasin' the commas or karma, embracing the drama that come with the fame

Put that on my momma, the llama

It hit ya, designer in part of you brain

Stay in ya lane (huh, ya)

I'm fuckin' your bitch in a park

I bust in her mouth 'cause she parched

She throwin' it back with an arch

You cuffin' that bitch like a narc

Ooh boy I dont wanna start

Two birds on my boat I'mma start

I'm kinda like Noah's Ark

I am leaving this Earth with a mark

I ain't got time for you marks

I aim at your head like a dart

He lay on the street with a chart

Spike on his head like he bark

I'd rather be chasin' the cream

Trappin' and trappin', I never be slackin'

I'm countin' a million a dream

Trap and a dream, trap and a dream

I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream

One trap and a dream, trap and a dream

I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene

Trap and a dream, trap and a dream

I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream

One trap and a dream, trap and a dream

I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene

Trap and a dream (uh)

MAC with the beam (yeah)

Left Hollywood (damn)

Back to the fiends (woo)

Pull up in my hood (skrt skrrt)

And packs on the scene (hoo)

In the back like a spleen, hoo

Hunnid racks in my jeans, aw yeah

Know a couple niggas want me dead in my hood

Do some charity, I put some bread in my hood

Pussy niggas snitchin', got the feds in my hood

It's like all the real niggas really dead in my hood

I been runnin' it up

Fuckin' it up, plenty

Hop out the Spur

Get in the truck, Bentley

Neosporin

I'm in the cut, chilly

Mask on mask off

Reppin' my set, Philly

I got thrity-six O's

We gone put it on a roll

That boy silent, never told

Fuckin' models out the Vogue

And I rock a lot of gold

All these diamonds on me froze

I called papi for the low

He gon' drop it, Lord knows

I got a

Trap and a dream, trap and a dream

I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream

One trap and a dream, trap and a dream

I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene

Trap and a dream, trap and a dream

I had a trap and a dream, trap and a dream

One trap and a dream, trap and a dream

I wanna make a hundred million when I hit the scene