Lyrics:
you're kill 'em
Ok you can bring it to 'em
Everyday, just like Mary J.
Sippin' iced teas in the E & J
Partyin', 'til your bare remain
niggas tell me lies
Got crossed too many times, you can't catch me by surprise
My mama took me to church, I'm tryna keep up with my tithes
Got
my rain coat (wow)
Take a break from real shit, hit ‘em, Migo!
(Migo)
How you go from J Cole to Quavo? (what)
My name’s Big Boy Savage and a
Boy will
them niggas gon' hate
Better go get the back of your ass and away
I was servin' them J's, now my shoeboxs a safe
Before you try crossin' me, better look
intentions in verse
Like a preacher or a deacon when he speakin' in church
Know its a lesson that I'm teachin' if you seekin' my verse
Like the shocker
No question about it, Queens represent!
Say what? Queens represent!
Come on, come on! Queens represent!
Come on, Lost Boyz, LL Cool J
You wanna get
claim you want to put in work
Plotting to blow up a church
See you devils are all the same
You'll gun down a congregation in Jesus' name
Using me
we're looking
A J gresham Machen
Probably never heard of him
I know his name's strange
But what he contributed was a game changer
Christians were
got money to do it
Take your bitch home then I'm all up in that pussy
Old school pimpin' she ain't fuckin' with no rookie
Juicy J be cooler than a fan
window I was sleepin in da church
Hope God forgive me I remember I was stealing from da church
To make it worst my grandpa he a minister my mom a preacher
about work
10 jobs no church
Just trying to make it work
(Just make it work, make it work)
Out here in the wild
Just loafing, smiling
Just loaded I’m
can shoot a movie we'll be famous by the next day
Something like Kim k or Ray J
Listen to afrobeats or get high to some reggae
She a bad gyal from UJ
I'm bout to fuck up my life, this that ass
Ayy, I ain't tryna feel about it
Got up and ride up out the church, I'm tryna figure it out
I'm bout
I go to church though, only on my holy-days
We dey feel you die
We dey feel you die
Triple i-c-y we dey feel you die
Ehn
They dey feel me die?
Una
fittest for survival
In or out tha gym I'm him like church songs
Keep 2 pews not the ones you sit in church on
Stayed on clock til all tha work gone
Serving
Don't come around here green, nigga We gon' do you greasy like church's chicken
Frank he can eyeball, the dope he got perfect vision
Unc, scrap
[Blaze Ya Dead Homie:]
Last of a dyin breed, soil of the Earth
Policed and been hated by the Church since birth
Bent and forgotten was the Prophet in
Drake, J Coles, and Big Seans
Time for the world to pay homage
Bow to the rap Gods or them K's vomit
Fuck you know about Dipset you little dipshit
If you
encompassed by the darkness in reality of stories
It's so gory, but I'm still spelling
Spit in a ill dwelling, fill it, got a hell of a yell
I write raps that
couldn't stop getting them sacks
Feeling like Ray Lewis the way I flipped the quarterback
But I'm humble like J Cole can't floss to show my racks
But I'm
Moving'
Tell my people for J town
I am Coming (
Coming)
Man making Money
No more darlene
Darlene
I am been chasing the money
Hoping on my God
I Dey tell
we watched the candles melt
I made the best with the cards I was dealt
I'd be lying if I said I did it all by myself
All I wanted was some new J's
Vans
product ain't determined by no marketin
Tryna start up to a Stark with this
That rich, genius, playboy, philanthropist
Ya know?
See me do, How I do
How you
Like a preacher or a deacon when he speakin' in church
Know it's a lesson that I'm teachin' if you seekin' my verse
Like the shocker, the hour be
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