Trap Money (feat. Thi'sl & Young Noah)

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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 diss

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 than 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 don't think they hear me...) Trap money good

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(I don't think they hear me...) Trap money good

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(I don't think they hear me...) Trap money good

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(I don't think they hear me...) Trap money good

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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' wreak 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

(I don't think they hear me...) Trap money good

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(I don't think they hear me...) Trap money good

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(I don't think they hear me...) Trap money good

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(I don't think they hear me...) Trap money good

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(I don't think they hear me...) Trap money good

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(I don't think they hear me...) Trap money good

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