Prayer🤲to the trap God 🌞

A prayer to the trap god gimme the power to fucking make these rhymes fit I'll rap em off,make them all,bend em all but i ain't gat the power to make the target hit getting up my feet stop grinding my teeth my mathematical flow was bitter now its sweet wanted to hide my dreams bury 6 feet deep But it said nigga stop that shit look at me Am that nigga that you wanna see Look at me bitch look at me deeply read this lyrics carefully are you feeling me Anyone you don't understand call on me Yh Am the next real Eminem Grab a machine gun, pointed to me now at them Give them the living hell Make sure they cry HELP Then throw them all back in hell I guess the flows going well Means i won't have to sell my soul Niggas gon steal the flow But i promise they gon burn in hell .... .... .... .... Some niggas gonna diss me,miss me,bitch your target wasn't well fixed,i know these whole rhymes must get your head mixed , sorry,if hear your name bitch is not me,yh Am start'n feel lonely,call me,if you feel ya ready for a rap diss, dismiss all the shit ya doing cum and find me,am in the shopping mall am tryna chike ya mummy you can come with your daddy,if you feel that you cant fucking beef with me,treat like Moda fucking king you sit down with me,while we eat you father's dead feet meat.