Trap Gods

Lyrics

[Intro: Young Roddy] In the drought, I'm Uncle Sam to them niggas Yeah I'm just hoping that they praying for a nigga 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 nigga Kobe Him and his girl just had a baby boy, they named him Jody My nigga 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 nigga In the drought, I'm Uncle Sam to them niggas 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 nigga In the drought, I'm Uncle Sam to them niggas Yeah In the drought, I'm Uncle Sam to them niggas 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 shit in on us And mama was praying hard She know them sentences get long Now my last check look like I play for the Hornets 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 nigga Tell 'em they ain't gotta weigh it for me, nigga I could tell you 'bout the time we cooked eleven bricks Now my niggas tryna buy like seventy-six And I'm praying for them niggas I'm God, you should be praying to me, nigga Stove [Chorus: Young Roddy] And I'm just hoping that they praying for a nigga In the drought, I'm Uncle Sam to them niggas And I'm just hoping that they praying for a nigga