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nasty 
Women know
Ain't hard to tell
Rap money for the lawyer
To get my brother out the cell
Funky with it
Chitlin kitchen
And you can tell 
Just by

Ain't nobody snitch on you, you did it to yourself
I don't ever go to church and I'm still highly blessed
Meditate by myself and pray the Lord will guide

like a 100 pair of them bitches I don't even know which ones to wear
Hahaha
Let's goooo
2020 I fucked around and I found my zone
You be repping by

love was never missing 
Walked to church once a week, while cars steady passed us by 
We ain't have much to give, but pastor never asked us why 
I was

nigga
I'm talkin' Church's Chicken
I'm street, so 'fore you cross me
Look both ways nigga with the attitude
Wrist full of O'Sheas

And I just need me

(Reece, take 'em to church)

I feel like niggas ain't as real as me
So I'm protectin' my energy
I've been talked down by family
So nowadays, we

to church
Cleanse that soul the devil lurks in the hallway all day
In staircases  dark alleys and ghetto tenements
I reminisce and bring it back to the days

the V (northside), got family in the Deep East (hunnids)
My Auntie from the Sucka Free, straight up out of HP
Church was on Clay street, vibing

Just wantchu peeping the come up damn
Tryina get in my bag like
Papers you needed for class
Hard to imagine Ima act right
Really I'm more energetic
But

how to… go oh-aye
Gotta go hard fa' my son and I… got one on the way
Don't know shit bout being no father, But I know we gone be strait
Don't know shit

New day, the same shit, so I said "fuck it" and made a change
I knew how I'd end up if I ain't man up and go change my ways
You can't do shit how I

dropping the new 1's, but
I might have to miss this release, yo
Why is everybody is this rat race
Fascinated by cheese, so they act ways
That’ll keep us all

right by me
So they talk but they don't wanna try me
Ha, treat your main bitch like my chattel
You leave the house she go on my YouTube channel
Topped off

the headlights
When the bass hits
You like yo this joint hard
And they ain't saying anything
I got this picture on the canvas
I'm still painting it
The red is

stories in a song
You cannot know what's right
Til you acknowledge what is wrong
There's way too many fish up in the sea
But they will never have your

before me
I came a long way from street performing
Now my name lights up at night on Broadway
They ain't want me back then but now they call me
Nobody

conflicted
Streets will tell me that I'm gifted
But church makes me feel I'm lifted
These things we gotta go through
I just wish the world was different
Cuz I

Three the hard way
Like a foul and a bucket
F U, if you don't love it
In my feelings like that
Sometimes it be like that
Allahu akbar, I'm just happy

beens and disowned by the backspins 
Alone to the grasp and I'm grown into grassman 
I'm a grown to these draftsman just a pine cone to these axe men

more innate to teach you
Focus on your studies now, prioritize staying in school
Work hard and play a little
Faith is for the feeble
Look at what I'm

Notre dame flame, accidentally played my mixtape, escape
I can’t even think straight
Blame it on a burka
Fuck ya racist church, huh
In search

gone)
All over the church but I still got a day job
I still get the same thoughts
It's looking like a strange movie
I don't wanna be on my own so
Tell my

Can't stand what I've become,

They say every saint was a sinner that found a change
Replacing their identity, soul reborn and renamed
Purified by fire,

the inside of me
See, I swore I would never forget the summers that made me
But I so adore the decor of you sat waiting in the corner by the pub door while