Church

Yea
Yea
Na we say ouhh yea
We stay fresh up out da pool-pit
We go and get it out the hood man
Collect this money like them churches
Say oh lord

I say ouhh man
Finesse a nigga for like 40 bands
Me and my bro's right like virgins
And now I got it we not hurting no more
I thank god for that lick
Cause I know he's watching me
I could be locking up in prison
But I'm spazzing on this beat
Amari gators on my feet
Cartier so I can see
OG told me slow my roll and be all that I can be
Catch the Holy Ghost at shows
Look how god be blessing me
Now I really get this dough
I can take care of my seeds
So please don't get me wrong
Geno still be with the shits
I play it Smoov play my roll
Cause kids be watching me

Na we say ouhh yea
We stay fresh up out da pool-pit
We go and get it out the hood man
Collect this money like them churches
Say oh lord

Can somebody say Aman
I bless you if you shop wit me
Ain't more weapons form against
Will prosper while I'm in these streets
Grandma is my realest angel
Protect me while I'm in these streets
I blow them O's in the yo
While I tell my testimony
Like one day I was hungry
Got some money they hated on me
Then god put me on top of everyone who try to doubt
Now we say ouhh yeah
And now I got it they look so sick
Say oh lord

Na we say ouhh yea
We stay fresh up out da pool-pit
We go and get it out the hood man
Collect this money like them churches
Say oh lord

I'm straight out the streets
And I got Geno with me
JJ da Jet you know me
And I'm from Southside st Pete
I told all my niggas to stop trapping
Let's stick to the rapping and trap on the beat
I know they won't listen to you cause
Them niggas won't listen to me
Straight outta poverty
Call up the church tell them preach
I'm really from the streets
This ain't a place you wanna be (Oh yeah)
Oh yeah ya feel me
Crackas gone kill me before the crack gone kill me
Trapped in the trap na the trap gone kill me
Stab me in the back band aids wont heal me
Oh ow aye ya feel me
If I deal dope then the dope deal me
Can't trust a hoe cause the hoe gone kill me
Can't trust a bro cause the bro gone kill me
Oh ow damn for real
Jackers gone jack hope the jack don't Jill me
No this ain't an act or cap this the real me
If a seal the pack then the pack gone seal me

Na we say oh yea
We stay fresh up out da pool-pit
We go and get it out the hood man
Collect this money like them churches
Say oh lord
We aint never going broke no more



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Writer(s): Geno Walker
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