Michael Rafael - Trap, Lord lyrics

I said Ay, what they talkin' bout chance for? Ain't no luck in this We get it cause we can't go...broke Cause if that happens, we get pa**ed over Surviving on a prayer We gon' be back tho Backdoor Can't really complain bout sht / If you vib'n out to this / know you got a lot to deal with, but fck that sht Gotta be the coldest Girl, do what you do / don't worry bout that For my n***a locked down & my uncle in the pen & my other one on the run Ima roll 1 / put it in the air Gotta try to show them you can get it when you want Lotta others in the world ain't got the same opp, so see if you can humble yourself I'll do the same for myself Ain't a thing, that you have to change / Hell, i ain't never been nobody Who am i to tell you sht, just rock wit me... So see if you can just sit back, listen, no askin' Nothing really happening, cept' you & this bounce Gotta get down when that beat drop I told you last time Now i gotta put sht down twice / baby girl, don't waste this night Fck em' you gon' have to gon' & get the money on em' You gon' have to play the game / you gon' have to play it on em' They ain't really give us to many choices in a dishonest world / Gotta still get it / they don't give a sht / all this & sht, still everything perfect Know you got a purpose Know you might feel that you living in a world where it won't get better But the positive worth it... i heard that Hook Ay, this a Trap, lord... Whoa, this the Trap, Lord... No whip in a city like this.... ain't like Brooklyn Some trains run all night I been walkin 4 miles to get this money Walk another 4 miles to get back She walk 4 miles to get water When i can get it quick like that Put it all into perspective Least i gotta roof im under Least we got a view out here Gon & look out, look up / God put it right there to push out good Gotta shout out Its bout what you put in... look Lucky enough to be alive at the moment Another young son just left earth... where the f** was his luck? Or them poor souls up in them planes & the people they ain't say Bye to & my brothers & sisters imprisoned Gettin k**ed by these cops / will i ever see it stop? Its to much to even get into... Gotta stop worrying / try to vibe out Hit this weed, i need to She sip this grigio Whatever gets my mind off Time, all this flies by, she high, looks at ol dude like.... Boy what you talkin bout chance for?.....