Lyrics:
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
[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
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
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
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
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
a Glock with a stick, send me to a cell
Send me to the J, I ain't gettin' no bail
Gotta get up and get it , no, I cannot fail
Gotta stay down and get it,
afraid, you know, to tell me that
I need to go to church and get my sins to go
Now I'm lookin' at my father
Wish he was a better person
My heart stay
a message in the music ain't a part of the game
A, coincidence that we livin' a lie
A, coincidence that we only get by
A, coincidence that so many are lost
Intro: Xzibit, [J-Ro]
I really wish I could you know at twenty-one
youknowhatI'msayin',he he, yo yo
[I'ma tell you exactly why I do
Yeah
Ok
This is just a glimpse
This is just a glimpse
Only fully known by Jesus
Yeah
Yeah
I don't even know where to start with this
Just a glimpse i
Phillip Morris and R j reynolds
Kill with every single pack
McDonald's sues London Greenpeace
For presenting the public with the facts
Disney expands
to learn shit
They can't learn in church
Like get him 'fore he get you first
Jump out with J-O-B, 'bout to put in work
(work yeah)
Have a seat, this bullet
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