Lyrics:
Bro I just fuck around with niggas but I don't bang with them
Ay what tha F bro
Why the fuck you change
You've been running court on court like
eighteen
Tripping the confession of his little tryst
With the daughter of that Methodist philanthropist
Searching for a point that doesn’t exist
You get so
Breaking news!
(Lilly's?) chapel Methodist church at the heart of intercourse, alabama feels a sudden Shock as a little boy pops and locks too hard,
boys out the neighbourhood tryna get it
I'm cooling i'm cooling oh yea
They caught me like what do you make of this
Boy go to church like a methodist
You
tri' tri' trial and error
The court proceeding for
Michal DeAngelo Billups verses
the State of Maryland
will proceed as follows
Prosecution, you got
saying, "Hey, I hope you're well
But you have a son as of two days ago now
So it's time to get back here and quit playing around"
And in the background, I
and walk
They try to subpoena
Don’t show up to court
I’m on the run
I go build me a fort
I do my thing
And I know that they know
I got that blower
They know
I ain’t been walking in no church I got my demons with me
Look, a nigga don’t really want no verse, he tryna compete with me
Hey, I was just scraping
worldwide they’re
Gonna feel this
For every real ngga involved with real shit
War report hit the court then we killed shit
Hey yo it’s CNN
Real nggas find us
the man
(Yeah)
They'll never understand
(Nah)
This a Kanye rant
(Yeah)
This a Kanye rant
(Ooo)
Kanye, Kanye, Kanye
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Kanye rant
Shimmy shimmy y'all
Shimmy yam, shimmy hey
Gimme a ham sammich while I'm cutting up the yay
Shimmy shimmy y'all
Shimmy yam, shimmy hey
Gimme a ham
Slangin' yayo (slangin' what?) to get my mail (to get)
Been a hustler since birth, mama sellin' dinners for the church
Red-handed, caught me stealin'
to change
And ain't it funny how people change like Easter Sunday
You know church fit then outfit,
Bright pink and green chest look house lit
Bright pinky
to change
And ain't it funny how people change like Easter Sunday
You know church fit then outfit,
Bright pink and green chest look house lit
Bright pinky
to change
And ain't it funny how people change like Easter Sunday
You know church fit then outfit,
Bright pink and green chest look house lit
Bright pinky
and racks (and racks, and racks, and racks)
In church on a Sunday
I get it back to back, go to work on a Monday
White on white tracksuit, 'cause you know
high, sex on a plane
Hey newscaster, we about to rain
Loving the club because we fill the section with pain, c'mon
Blow him up, finna explode
All
court is blaming him for the shit.
Cuz I love you and I’m sorry I ain’t come to the church. Didn’t want to see the little homie ride in that hearse.
See
Rain just a pour, down and down. Rain jus a pour down and down.
Hey! It be Couldn't Portmaria well it must be flood maria as little water fall so it
a month at mediation
Thats Mom not my son
That days gonna be at least another month
Fast forward now it's tomorrow
And straight to church is where were
“Yoooo! I told y'all I'll be back with another one on this!”
“What are you talking about?”
“Oh hey bobo, I'm just finishing a rhyme, I'll pick you
went back to B.C., leaving me in a lurch
Atee, please excuse me, I wanna go to church
Wanna go on my knees, prayin' to my God
Six point five, three six
hit me
These are the last days
Our days on earth are numbered
Church, we got to keep moving
No sleep, no slumber
We got to keep fighting until
been paid in days
Her Brooklyn man's a molester
Court case and the crime's raisin'
SWAT stickers on the church, they Satan
Holiday season is here
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