Church Child

Im from the east
Raised as a church child
The way that he talk
Bout to get knocked off
The way that he walk
The Glock is too hot dog
Think shit sweet
Let some shit pop off
Im telling yo bitch
She bout get cut off
My diamonds offset
Just wait til I takeoff
He was on papers smoking on black and mild
Wearing all black even though imma church child

Wait imma church child
Yes imma church child
I was a devil in church Ian playin
Morta el cona You know what I'm sayin
Let off some shots the devil in here
Take him to heaven no angels in here
Died off the drunk he was caught sipping beer
Like splurge get yo big drunk ass up outta here
Found his body but his brain over there
Im at the peak home of the stoners
Bad lil bitch bet I can bone her
Ma told me go to the store round the corner
Thats where I saw my first homicide
After that day I was ready to slide
Nah I aint scared got god on my side
Nah I can't die gotta Glock on my side
Ready to pray call on messiah
Got a gram make the shit stretch out
Alakazam make the shit poof out
If you aint got no bread make the shit work out
Lost both of my grannies don't know what to do now
Went through the pain so I'm chillen in coupes now
Made it through the rain now im chillen on ships now
Think im insane I just cut my old bitch off
Just told you the story of a 8 year old church child

Im from the east
Raised as a church child
The way that he talk
Bout to get knocked off
The way that he walk
The Glock is too hot dog
Think shit sweet
Let some shit pop off
Im telling yo bitch
She bout get cut off
My diamonds offset
Just wait til I takeoff
He was on papers smoking on black and mild
Wearing all black even though imma church child



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Writer(s): Antonio Foster
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