Lyrics:
and doing my thang even though I grew up in the church
Headed for death, led by flesh
I was a mess, I must confess
God gave me breath
Went from a wretch,
cnd Nigga won't lie if
c nigga don't die
Ducking down low when police roll by
Black man caught up in the mix of a crime
Never shot a gun but he
spoon in his mouth
or a father by his side, the alluring street corner
hustlers, "Stone Cold Statues",
hold some appeal in his eye.
Torn between
a man on a mission
Apart from your balls, what are you grippin
Never dropped soap, so I can't be slippin
I can't be tripping coz I lay my path and level
not crazy but my talent, man, got bipolar
Say she's a church girl but man she's blowing holy smokes
Showed her the Jesus piece now she got the Holy
to the church then I got paid (Joyner)
I'm what God made (brr)
And fuck a durag, I had so many brushes with death, I think I got waves
Lil' roach, I think I
don't like to remenisce about the past
The lower class, no clout livin' hand to mouth
Each and every wrong move the police keep count
make it real
those who can
What do you mean by that
That we who are righteous are blind
If you were blind you would be without sin
But since you say we see, your sin
reaching a level, im testing my mettle
So much in my head, my stomachs unsettled
Hearing the lies, missing the truth
Avoiding the church while fighting
my man and them
Man fuck that church boy grab the looks
Come on the motherfuckin road with us
If I said anything I ain't spossed to said
And hurt
wit my stick
All guns fuck a fist
We ain't ducking no Action
Hell Na we ain't forget
Murder murder kill kill
Do a drill lips sealed
Mask up by your
gives me good head in a Benzo
Seventeen Seventeen
Na time that wey man start di win
Seventeen Seventeen
Na time that wey man start di sing
I eat
Incredible ties to government
Officials who lie it's fueling the fire
My old church was Methodist
I had a couple questions by
The time we hit Exodus
Guess they
remember when I held you
By the hand preacher man read the scriptures
Putting words in you mouth
Maybe what the preacher man said was not something that
the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when
when he was in his teens he dreamed and scheemed for finer things
And he finally figured out what he would do
To be a big time business man he went
[Talking]
Yeh, you wild man, you wild
That's no place to meet a nice girl
You want to meet a nice girl you gotta go to nice places
Like church
Man these niggas ain't shit no more
Man these bitches ain't shit no more
Nigga I be sippin' that paint
Lil' green with some Molly in it
Got big rocks
the blame
Could it be the broken home mom out with another man
Pops probably want another man
The word flame is connected to the name
Running from his sin but
cry
Struggling to raise 6 kids, with charity, every 3rd day getting by
So damn poor, standing out at school, church clothes looking dry
Always odd one
Yow GoreSyde! Can tell Unu Bou Da Gyal Yah? (Yeah)
She Use To Play Dolly House When R Mom Is At Church (At Church)
All Grown Now Mi Nuh Affi Ask Her
a grown man, like he was born that way
He wanna play with toys, he was too fascinated by them drakes
His grandma prayed every day that he would change his
the blame
Could it be the broken home mom out with another man
Pops probably want another man
The word flame is connected to the name
Running from his sin but
man I aint that fussed
Im just here for the bread
Don't rat on my on friends I keep my mouth shut no conversating with the feds
Can't waste no time
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