Trap song

Holy steppin’ through the function, demons in the section,

(UH!)

I ain’t flexin’ for no blessings, I just talk to Him direct, man.

(YEAH!)

I got angels throwin’ dances, robes in the air like Grammys,

Every soul I snatch from fire, heaven throwin’ they own rallies.

(TURN UP! TURN UP!)

(Ain’t no afterparty like repentance at the gates—)

Sky stay lit every time I preach grace.

(HUH!)

Hop out the whip like “God did that,”

Dark tried to stick, but the blood ran back.

World throw dirt, I plant seeds in that—

Now the garden growin’ where the grief was at.

(LOOK AT THAT!)

Ayy, I don’t need likes, I need light,

(LIGHT!)

I don’t sip mud, I sip might,

(MIGHT!)

I don’t fear death, I been tight

With the One make plagues and wipe sites—

(WIPE ‘EM CLEAN—YAH!)

(Whole book coded in the lines I write)

These boys want racks, I want revelation,

Trap beat feel like levitation.

Every line I drop like Cain in the field—

What’s that mean? It’s murder if I feel salvation.

(SLAUGHTER!)

Talkin’ slime, I said pray first,

Sin got plans, but the Word came way worse—

Sword so sharp, I divide through the fake curse,

Now I ghost the past like I stay in a fake shirt.

(GET GHOST!)

(UH—FAKE DON'T LAST!)

Off-white thoughts with a crimson flow,

Every scar on my skin got a hymn below.

If the crown don’t bleed, it ain’t built for me,

I been chosen since the fig leaves fell off the tree.

(OOOH! YAH!)

Preach on trap—this my war drum beat,

Heard the serpent hiss—so I stomped both feet!

(STOMP HIM OUT!)

Black Messiah with a Midas pen,

Turn pain to gold when the verse begin.

And I still got smoke for the serpent’s kin,

All glory to God—don’t make me sin.

(AHHHHHHH!!)

(YEAH!)

(UH-HUH! UH-HUH!)