Street Gospel

I know, brah
It's cold in a fucking mitten
Believe that
What up, bronze?
I tell you that's cool monumental movements
It's all actual, nothing scripted
Yeah, change pace of the gods
Legendary

Y'all, for setting up the sundown we're posted on the block
All for that shit I tryna live better you sell a rock
The life we chose, I was sold not to trust a cop
And not to stop, but to reach for the mountain top
Indeed, you have to find a rapper, it's nice Zion
The garden me is asleep while I try to wake a giant

You don't want your sure web with the Zion
They try to sell me fools gold open, I'ma buy it
Keep trying if my nephew tells better jokes
It is the one that's sleeping, they claim that they hella woke
Helicopters sold for the bread and yolk
With some sinners trying to reach heaven Gonzalez show
Sweet baby Jesus pay the whack for the sneakers

I'm too nice, niggas say, "Charge a stack for the features"
Tongue is sharp of them butter knives and cleavage
Telling stevens it takes more than pussy to please us

This is all fact, no appearance here
Big sign on the gate, morning, beware
Big punisher bring terror to your squad
Check the filter, hollow point, circulate your ride
Surviving ain't the opposite, relate you to your maker
Cruise through the night, can't see 'em Darth Vader
Chase only paper, other shit is obsolete
Piranha to your prima donnas never sleep

Yeah, the good ones don't live long, so they die young
The voters may Iraqi, but we still ride on
A firearm is all I need to shift is spine don't
You can achieve anything that you put your mind on
And ghetto prophets spreading that she gospel
All about the prophet shining on the king got suit

Without knowledge itself, your laws be
Cross me get crucified, poor's bitch
They call me son cause I scored shit
See through, niggas lies like a preacher at the Pulpit
Street wars, gangs killing gangs
Drive bars, then all you hear is bang

Useless like a snake without his fangs and pro plaque
It's in my blood, you can hear it in my slang
Fuck the law and the government, we don't need them
How can we be fighting for our lives
To fight for freedom?

This is all facts, fuck no opinions here
Big sign on the gate, warning, beware
Big punisher bring terror to your squad
Check the filter, hollow point, circulate your ride
Surviving ain't the option, relate you to your maker
Cruise through the night, can't see him Darth Vader
Chase only paper other shit is obsolete
Piranha to your prima donnas never sleep

Yeah, brah
Spin the clips, nigga
The saga continues
Unbutton your fucking holsters
Wiseman nigga
This shit is not a fucking game
It's not a gimmick
It's serious

Right now you don't love me and shit
Right now you don't love me and shit
Right now you don't love me and shit
Right now you don't love me and shit



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Cross, Nii A Adamafio, Aundre Rashad Woodland
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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