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young roddy & stove god cooks – trap gods lyrics

trap gods lyrics
[intro: young roddy]
in the drought, i’m uncle sam to them n+ggas
yeah
i’m just hoping that they praying for a n+gga
i’m just hoping that they—
uh

[verse 1: young roddy]
leave every dollar to the fam, that’s who i do it for
brought a chopper just to leave it at the studio
talk on a boost mobile when i talk to julio
my cousin serving time, he missed our granny funeral
could see the teardrops on the letter that he wrote me
twenty+four years, they gave my n+gga kobe
him and his girl just had a baby boy, they named him jody
my n+gga told me, “tell the world about our story”
like how we had to makе it out the projects
and all them salеs we had like, “where my clock at?”
shoot your next video where lil’ bro got shot at
our other homie took his life, that’s hard to digest, lord
hoping that they praying for a n+gga
in the drought, i’m uncle sam to them n+ggas
i can tell you ’bout that time i hit for five bricks
kingpin, born broke, die rich
ruler
[chorus: young roddy]
and i’m just hoping that they praying for a n+gga
in the drought, i’m uncle sam to them n+ggas
yeah
in the drought, i’m uncle sam to them n+ggas
and i’m just hoping that they—

[verse 2: stove god cooks]
i got a call, she said they shot up my man
i had it on speaker, pot in my hand, and i ain’t stop
this game come with a lot, we at thirty+seven a block
sometimes you gotta bring it down slow and run out the clock
when you broke, feel like it’s darker in the morning
now it’s chinchilla on my daughter, i done got enormous
half a million mortgage
seven figure meeting, laughing out the office
in a drought, i’ll bret hart to ’em, sharpshooter on ’em
remember the feds grabbed the saw
had us handcuffed to the wall
when they was closing sh+t in on us
and mama was praying hard
she know them sentences get long
now my last check look like i play for the h+rnets
i took the pot and turned it golden
rolls+royce rolling
chrome hearts pockets swollen
ducked the omen
money fly to state, door open when i put the code in
long way from balling with that 1+0 like derozan
and i’m just hoping that they praying for a n+gga
tell ’em they ain’t gotta weigh it for me, n+gga
i could tell you ’bout the time we cooked eleven bricks
now my n+ggas tryna buy like seventy+six
and i’m praying for them n+ggas
i’m god, you should be praying to me, n+gga
stove
[chorus: young roddy]
and i’m just hoping that they praying for a n+gga
in the drought, i’m uncle sam to them n+ggas
and i’m just hoping that they praying for a n+gga

- young roddy stove god cooks lyrics

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