Trap Evangelist (DJ Advance Remix Trapped & Screwed)

I can't even lie the lord be blessing me

Steady catching blessings while the devil stressing me

Seem like every time I get a break he full court pressing me

But I'm locked with the top chef I got the recipe

Why yo baby mama copy everything I do

Follow me all on my IG like she looking for clues

Taking all my little styles like she Jada or Louch

Gone make me get it back in blood like I roll with piru, oh

But I ain't even with the violence

My vibe on d-n-d like my phone on silent

Don't bring no bad news all I hear is a violin

And I can't stand a goofy nigga, Nick Cannon you wilding

Trying to put the AP back on the map

Like Prince be purple reigning or like YE with the gap

You a boost mobile baby asking where I be at

Only respond to the Ching with the cash on the app

I should write book

Maybe I should write a hook

Steal me style you a crook

Took the ball now you shook

I ain't trying to brag I'm just speaking my lingo

Your man up for grabs less he bought you a ring though

He say you do too much always yelling like bingo

But he a loud mouth too call him Ocho Cinco

Sitting on my balcony contemplating a mill

Trying to get my mama straight from out the hood to the hills

I don't wear them much no more cause I don't like how they feel

But put these fazos to your neck cause I'm a stepper for real, eww

Never really thought about rapping

But I'm good at everything so I treat it like trapping

I stack my paper then I dip cause I ain't in it for long

Thinking bout my next move as I'm writing this song

Maybe I should preach to the babies

Become a trap evangelist cause he really did save me

I know I ain't a perfect picture still a blurry reflection

Change my name to My Dolla gone pass the collection

I should write book

Maybe I should write a hook

Steal me style you a crook

Took the ball now you shook