Roddy Ricch - Prayers to the Trap God lyrics

Heart beatin', my mind racin' up
You can hear the screams and
Sirens in the cut how did the trap fold up?
See a copper, gotta drop him
That's why I got the 9 in my pocket for
Gotta drop him 'fore he kickin' down the door
For some Christian Dior
We was 'bout to send a
Hunnid packs through your neighborhood
If he could trap, I knew my baby would
I never knew I would have to face the music
I know they gon' bum rush us
We gotta keep on movin'
I got introduced to slangin' and
I keep on choosin' it
I see the helicopters movin' in
I thought if you took a loss
You just lose to win
Crawlin' on the floor, tryna get the dope
Flush it down the toilet 'fore they
Get me with the four they did a whole sweep
Couldn't even go to sleep
A lot of my family members got got
My uncle looked the police in his
Eyes and he got shot
Tell me how that make you feel, fake or real?
I'm about to chase a bil', fuck a million
She wanna ride my dick like a stallion
She just wanna pop a X like Malcolm
I got family that's addicts
I got family that's drug dealers
I got family that's murderers
I got family that love niggas
And family important
You just gotta embrace it
Like your dope could be potent
It just depend what you make it with
I was watchin' Family Guy
When the police raided, hmm
A trap full of juggernaut suit's
That shit was crazy, damn
How I'ma have my baby? If I'm stuck in the
Feds at 19 with 25 and a day
You only eatin' three times a day
You gotta save up, put a rock on her finger
That's the only time she gon' stay

I've been tryna pray to the trap god
(Trap god, god) , hope he listen (yeah, yeah)
I've been tryna pray to the trap god
(Trap god) hope it wasn't no witnesses