TRAP & PRAY

Yeah

Uh huh,yeah

Cudjoe in this bitch ****

I got stuff to say yeah

I got stuff to say

Yeah,uh

Let the drum roll,I got stuff to say

Was stuck with the label didn't have enough say

I'm stuck in the bando,all I do is trap and pray

Ask my mate bro I've not been at home for days

You know mum and dad's ends not a place to stay

You know how been broke hurts like tooth decay

And what you know bout life and all the pain

You know the streets don't love you like they say

I had to re-route couple of times,couple of wrong turns,really help me find a way

I'm in the phase of my life that I be feeling on and off a lil prayer erday,help me find grace

We talking days and nights,that I be racking my mind with my producer tryna find the keys to game

I lost count in the yard there were bare man giving applauds

I got many men fuck your support

Yeah

And Let the drum roll,I got stuff to say

Was stuck with the label didn't have enough say

I'm stuck in the bando,all I do is trap and pray

Ask my mate bro I've not been at home for days

You know mum and dad's ends not a place to stay

You know been broke hurts like tooth decay

And what you know bout life and all the pain

You know the streets don't love you like they say

Death before dishonour,I promise on my mama

That I choose to leave before these **** use my face doormat

Pretending to be dead saw the vultures that pecked on my body,whole time I was just silent I was dormant

Just how I was brought up,learnt to never give up

Anytime I fall I double back and come run am yeah

God's only son where I go he comes

Anybody choose to go against the grain shall turn to saw dust

My ****'s 100 percent loyalty almost got him killed

My tight hommies mother passed ion know how to feel

But one thing I believe she's up in jannah watching still

Loosing touch with who you love,we call it pain real,Shoddy why u mad mad