Trap And A Dream (feat. Meek Mill)

Yeah, yeah

Pray to the trap

Pray for the trap

Send them **** to the hood Pope

My synagogue right in the ghetto

Off the dome, I'm killin' ****

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'm movin' 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 the Pro Tools, thought I told you

Pedal 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 on commas

Embracing the drama that come with the fame

Put that on my mama, the llama'll

Hit ya designer and pardon your brain

So stay in ya lane

Huh, yeah, 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 don't wanna start

Two birds on my boat, I'm a stark

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 Bart

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

Uh, yeah

Trap and a dream, uh, MAC with the beam, yeah

Left Hollywood, damn, back to the fiends, woo

Pull up in my hood, skrrt skrrt,

Maybachs on the scene, hoo

In the back like a spleen, hoo

Hunnid racks in my jeans, ah, yeah

Know a couple **** want me dead in my hood

Do some charity, I put some bread in my hood

Pussy **** snitchin', got the feds in my hood

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

I've been runnin' it up, fuckin' it up, plenty

Hop out the spur, jump in the truck, Bentley

Neosporin, I'm in the cut, chilly

Mask on, mask off, reppin' my set, Philly

I got 36 O's, we gon' put it on a roll

That boy silent, never told

Fuckin' models out the Vogue

And I rock a lotta 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