"Holy Woes, in The Trap"

Title: Holy Woes in the Trap [Intro] Bible on the dash, chopper in your lap, Prophets in your ear, but you posted in the trap. Scriptures got me thinkin', streets got you sinnin', Life ain’t forgiven, your thugged-out beginning. [Verse 1] snakes in the garden, got you clutchin' the tool, Eve bit the fruit, now you playing the fool. Cain smoked Abel, first op hit the dirt, Bloodline cursed, whole fam doin' dirt. Flood came through, yeahhhh, Noah built the ship, in the hood, still drownin' in them bricks. Ten plagues on the block, roaches and rats, Feds playin' Moses, tryna take your packs. [Chorus] Bible full of woes, streets full of pain, Trap life is cursed, while you sippin’ champagne. Locusts in the kitchen, death in the pot, Still breakin' bread making your Glock stay cocked. Bible full of woes, streets full of sin, I'm praying for your soul, so the devil don't win. Ghetto revelations, thug tribulations, Living in the hood, its the thugged-out salvation. [Verse 2] Job lost it all, but and you gonna lose it too, flipping them O’s just to make it through. David had a sling, you got a chrome nine, Giants around the corner, and you think your fine. Solomon had queens, and you think you got hoes, Runnin' through the block, partin’ Red Seas, NO! Pharaohs in the system, tryna lock you down, cause your stackin' God's commandments, ten bricks a pound. [Bridge] Burnin' bushes in the blunt, holy smoke in the air, Prophets keep preachin', while the hood don’t care. Babylon fallin', the hood gon’ riot, Hear dem trumpets blow loud, streets on fire. [Chorus] Bible full of woes, streets full of pain, Trap life cursed, while you sippin’ champagne. Locusts in the kitchen, death in the pot, Still breakin' bread while your Glock stay cocked. Bible full of woes, streets full of sin, Praying for your soul, so the devil don't win. Ghetto revelations, thug tribulations, Life in the hood, this your thugged-out salvation. [Outro] cross on my neck, but the chain still heavy, Demons in the rear, streets dark and deadly. Hood Psalms echo while the sirens sing, Pray to the King, while were in the ring. This the ghetto gospel, thugged-out survival, Trap life’s written as you walk, in the Bible.