Spill Vill

Now, now, now, look at this I'm so glad you came to the church I'm glad somebody know Jesus is real Look at my grandbaby Yeah, yeah, Jesus is real, but your damn pastor ain't That's, that's, ooh, now that's when I leave 'cause I know what you talkin' 'bout Look like the devil's on you Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye (yeah, bye, bye, bye, yeah, bye) So crazy, I-, ooh (tell your-, yeah your) You almost made me curse Yeah, your pastor been cursin', a open curse, he got my money I'ma throw this peppermint at you Yeah, throw it, throw it at your pastor Child, open up this door, I don't know what's wrong with this boy Yeah, your pastor breath stink (bye) Yeah Bruh, what the hell was goin' on out there, boy? Ayy, man, I'm out here tryna get my money back From that pastor be lyin' to the members of the church But what do he owe you, boy? Boy, he owe me millions, he owe me plenty money, talkin' bout he Bruh, the boy been playing Tonk in the hood and everything Boy, the, owe me some money, too, boy Me and Parlay was up the street right there I seen the pastor 'round there with a Bentley Coupe I said, "What the hell he doin' with a Bentley?" (Oh, oh, yeah) Hold up, you ain't 'bout to rob the church, is you? I ain't with that I ain't gon' rob the church, but I'm just sayin', boy If he got my money, boy, I got to get it Yeah, go get it, but, yeah, you go get it and bring mine back, 'cause I- I'm sayin'-, but you got that on you, though? (I ain't) Hey, how y'all doin'? Oh, what's up, OG, what's up? I couldn't help but overhear y'all conversation just now I usually mind my own business But something moved me to speak to y'all this morning (pour me up man) I ain't judgin', though Hell, I agree with most of what I heard They say don't question God A, like me say I was questionin' you, not God Besides, I guarantee he got more answers than we do Always askin' everybody, "What would Jesus do?" But they never ever ask Jesus, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout? A lot of folks believe anything you tell 'em if it sound good enough Was crazy as a razor blade necktie But he was a master manipulator, so people got behind him I can make a really convincing argument right here, right now That Jesus was as black as Shaka Zulu, but to what end? Arguin' 'bout it would only divide us to be conquered It's like never openin' a package that could've saved your life 'Cause you was too busy arguin' over whether UPS or Fedex delivered it See how that sound? Damn, OG, I ain't really looked at it like that Now stop bein' stingy and let me get a swig of that liquor 'Fore I run up in this church