Do-Man and Tre Five - Trap Gospel

Laws are meant to be broken
I ain't too good for nothing
These niggas dying about nothing
These niggas don't stand for nothing
Fuck on that pussy and don't call the bitch back
Man that hoe ain't about nothing
Right or wrong living by the streets
Keep that rod so I'm clutching

Laws are meant to be broken
I ain't too good for nothing
These niggas dying about nothing
These niggas don't stand for nothing
Fuck on that pussy and don't call the bitch back
Man that hoe ain't about nothing
Right or wrong living by the streets
Keep that rod so I'm clutching

From back and fourth fighting cases
Cousin up north for a minute
I know inside he gotta hurt
His daughter grown he in prison
Them consequences they don't em
Until they come wit a sentence
Like sum shit you see on tv that don't work
But In the mail when you get it
(Ahhh)
This shit a gimmick
Fuck how you living
This shit is life from trenches
Young niggas losing off they folks
They shooting dope or in the system
They daddy broke
Still chasing hoes forty-five with three bitches
Young nigga wise he wish on a star he twenty-five with three pistols
Down the same road he ain't too far
He followed behind these niggas
Same ones looked em in the eyes and said on god they was with em
Fucked on some bitches got caught up with feelings
That street shit wit love don't mix
Love don't mix
(Nahhhhh)

Laws are meant to be broken
I ain't too good for nothing
These niggas dying about nothing
These niggas don't stand for nothing
Fuck on that pussy and don't call the bitch back
Man that hoe ain't about nothing
Right or wrong living by the streets
Keep that rod so I'm clutching

Laws are meant to be broken
I ain't too good for nothing
These niggas dying about nothing
These niggas don't stand for nothing
Fuck on that pussy and don't call the bitch back
Man that hoe ain't about nothing
Right or wrong living by the streets
Keep that rod so I'm clutching

Early morning tryna get it nigga
I ain't wake up for nothing
Niggas be lying bout nothing
My bitches be crying bout nothing
Promise im' be something
Always gone keep it one hundred
Bank roll full of hundreds
This drum roll hold a hundred
That bitch get the clappin
We don't do no cappin
So nigga you keep the gown
He ain't bout action
That nigga just rapping
His bitch said he a clown
We in the deep end
So don't jump in that water
Can't swim he gone drown
Bitch I really run the town
Hottest young nigga round
Told Tre five he the truth
He said I start rapping cause of you
Say you start rapping cause its destiny
We the ones with the recipe
Pray that god keep blessing me
Niggas can't get next to me
Pussy niggas keep testing me
Pussy might be the death of me
(Yeaaa)
Gotta get it one way like I'm Pablo
Money phone disconnected boy thats not yours
Eating steak with the lobster came from tacos
And trapping outta public households

Laws are meant to be broken
I ain't too good for nothing
These niggas dying about nothing
These niggas don't stand for nothing
Fuck on that pussy and don't call the bitch back
Man that hoe ain't about nothing
Right or wrong living by the streets
Keep that rod so I'm clutching

Laws are meant to be broken
I ain't too good for nothing
These niggas dying about nothing
These niggas don't stand for nothing
Fuck on that pussy and don't call the bitch back
Man that hoe ain't about nothing
Right or wrong living by the streets
Keep that rod so I'm clutching

Written by:
Jeremy Scott, Sean Winkey

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