Let Me Stay
ChrisOG
Running through my mind, should I stay or should I go
I feel like I don't belong here
In this church, I might go upstairs
The pastor kicked me out
He said that I wasn't praying right
First of all, you don't know what religion I am
How you gon tell me which way to pray
Then I said let me stay
Outta all these people you wanna have a conversa'
Then I said ok my bad, then walked out of the room
Then my homie got his AK
I said you ready, he said let's go ok
I said what you waiting for, bust through these doors
Go look for the drawer
Oh snap, just remember that they robbing a church
What am I gonna do
So I put my mask on, walked in the church, put the money back
I said this ain't first day, put it back, uh
Then the church looked at me
As me and my clique walked out the room
They thought that they kinda recognized me
That's impossible, I was wearing a mask
Uh, yeah
Wow, wrong place wrong time
Haha, this ain't First Sunday
ChrisOG
We put it back and left
I just wanted to go home
Do not try this stuff at home
Tried to get out the game, I was wrong
As I thought, as expected, the woman recognized me
Put me in juvie wit' the criminals
They so lucky that they living good
Now i'm telling God, please help them realize i'm in need
For a blessing, a savior in this moment
Behind bars, might as well write music
Just write a poem
To my family, telling them i'm sorry
For what they saw on the news, just wanted some food
Put now i'm paying my respects in prison
Running through my mind, should I stay or should I go
I feel like I don't belong here
In this church, I might go upstairs
The pastor kicked me out
He said that I wasn't praying right
First of all, you don't know what religion I am
How you gon tell me which way to pray
Then I said let me stay
Outta all these people you wanna have a conversa'
Then I said ok my bad, then walked out of the room
Then my homie got his AK
I said you ready, he said let's go ok
I said what you waiting for, bust through these doors
Go look for the drawer
Oh snap, just remember that they robbing a church
What am I gonna do
So I put my mask on, walked in the church, put the money back
I said this ain't first day, put it back, uh
Then the church looked at me
As me and my clique walked out the room
They thought that they kinda recognized me
That's impossible, I was wearing a mask
Uh, yeah
Wow, wrong place wrong time
Haha, this ain't First Sunday
ChrisOG
We put it back and left
I just wanted to go home
Do not try this stuff at home
Tried to get out the game, I was wrong
As I thought, as expected, the woman recognized me
Put me in juvie wit' the criminals
They so lucky that they living good
Now i'm telling God, please help them realize i'm in need
For a blessing, a savior in this moment
Behind bars, might as well write music
Just write a poem
To my family, telling them i'm sorry
For what they saw on the news, just wanted some food
Put now i'm paying my respects in prison
Credits
Writer(s): Karim Whitfield
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