Sacrilegious
I don't let the pastor tell it
I don't put it past the reverend
Holy shit a nigga preachin'
Yo' BM in the deacon DM
Somebody tell these niggas
They hoes ain't safe around us
Ain't safe 'round us
Somebody tell these bitches
They souls ain't saved around us
Ain't saved 'round
I don't neva' lie
I don't neva' lie
Fucker yes I'm fly
Check me out I'm in the sky
Yea, I don't neva' lie
I don't neva' lie
You want wings get in here
Baby girl oh my God yea
Sometimes you gotta hit them switches
Give them punk ass bitches the business
And hit them switches mane
Ya' dig?
Two years old
A nigga was a heathen
They took me to church
To try and exercise the demons
I stomped out the bible
Danced on it like Michael
Switches to my britches
Couldn't stop the shit that I'd do
Tweakin',
Cause thanks to my mama
And thanks to my father
Got me interested in pimpin'
Doin' a lot of robbin' got 'em
Both sent off to prison
Lucky for me
I had my triple OG's
Got the fuck up out that beach
And came to the valley
See they neva' had to
But they always had me
Even when my people came home
And it ended badly
Long story short,
Cause a nigga gettin' lazy
Pops died in 07
And my mama's fuckin' crazy
And I'm the spittin' image
I was born to be a menace
Play this shit until ya feel me
Ah
If you're callin' someone
To get in my business
There's gonna be a problem
Ain't nobody gone get in yo business
Ya ain't got no fuckin' business
Where yo LLC?
I bet you thought that you was slick
But now you slipped to yo' knees
Ain't got no apologies
For my anthology
Fuck the A, double R, Y,
Nigga I'm a G
(if you're callin' someone)
I can tell
How you feel bout yourself
I put a mirror on ya spirit
Now ya' killin' yourself
What would help,
But I could tell,
It must be hell
Well I'm the captain
You gotta pay it to
And if we talkin' money
I'm out to get it in layers boo
They tell you count ya' blessins'
But betta' watch who you say it to
Cause if we talkin' blessins'
My number is unexplainable
Despite that I know I'm harsh
If you know me, you know my heart
If I don't blow up, I'll blow apart
I only want bitches like Joan of Arc
That fight for me like God baby
Work it like a job baby aw yea
I don't put it past the reverend
Holy shit a nigga preachin'
Yo' BM in the deacon DM
Somebody tell these niggas
They hoes ain't safe around us
Ain't safe 'round us
Somebody tell these bitches
They souls ain't saved around us
Ain't saved 'round
I don't neva' lie
I don't neva' lie
Fucker yes I'm fly
Check me out I'm in the sky
Yea, I don't neva' lie
I don't neva' lie
You want wings get in here
Baby girl oh my God yea
Sometimes you gotta hit them switches
Give them punk ass bitches the business
And hit them switches mane
Ya' dig?
Two years old
A nigga was a heathen
They took me to church
To try and exercise the demons
I stomped out the bible
Danced on it like Michael
Switches to my britches
Couldn't stop the shit that I'd do
Tweakin',
Cause thanks to my mama
And thanks to my father
Got me interested in pimpin'
Doin' a lot of robbin' got 'em
Both sent off to prison
Lucky for me
I had my triple OG's
Got the fuck up out that beach
And came to the valley
See they neva' had to
But they always had me
Even when my people came home
And it ended badly
Long story short,
Cause a nigga gettin' lazy
Pops died in 07
And my mama's fuckin' crazy
And I'm the spittin' image
I was born to be a menace
Play this shit until ya feel me
Ah
If you're callin' someone
To get in my business
There's gonna be a problem
Ain't nobody gone get in yo business
Ya ain't got no fuckin' business
Where yo LLC?
I bet you thought that you was slick
But now you slipped to yo' knees
Ain't got no apologies
For my anthology
Fuck the A, double R, Y,
Nigga I'm a G
(if you're callin' someone)
I can tell
How you feel bout yourself
I put a mirror on ya spirit
Now ya' killin' yourself
What would help,
But I could tell,
It must be hell
Well I'm the captain
You gotta pay it to
And if we talkin' money
I'm out to get it in layers boo
They tell you count ya' blessins'
But betta' watch who you say it to
Cause if we talkin' blessins'
My number is unexplainable
Despite that I know I'm harsh
If you know me, you know my heart
If I don't blow up, I'll blow apart
I only want bitches like Joan of Arc
That fight for me like God baby
Work it like a job baby aw yea
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Writer(s): Garry Richardson
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