Church Hill Baby
By the time you hear this song
It's gon be too late
The album been done dropped
You gotta listen to what I gotta say
Gunshots ringing off in the day
City in disarray
I'm from the jungle my dawg
I was raised round them straight apes
Coke moving by the eight
Parents yelling out the front door
Y'all get in the house it's too late
We ain't worried about what they say
We was trying to get paid
Pennies turn into dollars dawg
We was trying to get paid
In the projects we was projetcs
Yeah I was thuggin with my ace
Uncle drinking that colt 45
He couldn't afford Aces spades
By the time you hear this song
It's gon be too late
The album been done dropped
You gotta listen to what I gotta say
I done been through the worst
Use to think about snatching a purse
Never thought about going to work
We was trying to come up off work
Come around this side best believe you gon get that work
Yeah
We really get busy my G
Running circles around you boys
I got you dizzy off me
My partner got rich moving keys
We key in your door fuck a key
I got my stripes in the streets
By the time you hear this song
It's gon be too late
The album been done dropped
You gotta listen to what I gotta say
Yeah
Church Hill baby
Richmond city raised me
Really drove a nigga crazy
Tried to put me in a box
They ain't know I was going to make it through the maze
They tired to knock the kid down
Until they seen I won't never really fazed
By the time you hear this song
It's gon be too late
The album been done dropped
You gotta listen to what I gotta say
It's gon be too late
The album been done dropped
You gotta listen to what I gotta say
Gunshots ringing off in the day
City in disarray
I'm from the jungle my dawg
I was raised round them straight apes
Coke moving by the eight
Parents yelling out the front door
Y'all get in the house it's too late
We ain't worried about what they say
We was trying to get paid
Pennies turn into dollars dawg
We was trying to get paid
In the projects we was projetcs
Yeah I was thuggin with my ace
Uncle drinking that colt 45
He couldn't afford Aces spades
By the time you hear this song
It's gon be too late
The album been done dropped
You gotta listen to what I gotta say
I done been through the worst
Use to think about snatching a purse
Never thought about going to work
We was trying to come up off work
Come around this side best believe you gon get that work
Yeah
We really get busy my G
Running circles around you boys
I got you dizzy off me
My partner got rich moving keys
We key in your door fuck a key
I got my stripes in the streets
By the time you hear this song
It's gon be too late
The album been done dropped
You gotta listen to what I gotta say
Yeah
Church Hill baby
Richmond city raised me
Really drove a nigga crazy
Tried to put me in a box
They ain't know I was going to make it through the maze
They tired to knock the kid down
Until they seen I won't never really fazed
By the time you hear this song
It's gon be too late
The album been done dropped
You gotta listen to what I gotta say
Credits
Writer(s): Devonte Jackson
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