TrapLord

yeah I gat no time wita long life in d world full of sorrows of death trying na break my mind. Bars in a shit gang on the way cops away pops in the air. I love the street with the rough sounds, with the gun shots. sometimes I gata say my prayers in the street lights where I fall to the floor thank lord to let me in to heaven's door. I ain't never gonna give up with the sorrows of death for I gotta million on Mars n I'm better than mask I bet you never tell me the truth for its fake news to me