Sunday Sermon
Uh-huh
Yo, yo, yo, yo, check
I told these niggas that I'm extra real (what?)
Jordan seven hits (what?)
God level shit, this is heaven's tier (uh-huh)
The man from metal gears, the biggest strength and shit (haha)
Versus standin' for the storm, like electric chair
Legends swell
Stack of bibles, I'm a fresh breath of air (I'm that nigga)
Machine apply the most pressure here (ha)
Wrist dancin' like fret of stairs (you see this shit, right?)
Walk down on niggas like a set of stairs (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Clip full of bone crushers, nigga, we ain't never scared (we ain't scared, nigga)
OG ones, the pack in leather pair that I've yet to wear (hahaha)
Yeah, sax get manifested when I crowd the sentence
Pennin' mad aggressive, sickin' staff infection (facts)
Used to ride the whooptie, wouldn't pass suspection (uh-huh)
Audible my planes and chains, the past protection
Extensive gat collection, sense of adolescence
Niggas mad depressed I'm rich and cashin' checks
But since you asked the question, listen, class in session
Had this vision, had to sit for crack possession (talk to 'em)
Yeah, fast forward, I'm the sickest rapper present
God's gift, like a Christian wrappin' presents
God shit, I resemble that reflection
Uh, they was tough, but now they crack with ad impressions
Sat and watched 'em fizzle out, like Al Caselsa (hahaha)
Lyrically, I'm Doleone, the canvas couldn't stop me
Conway 'lowed me, I'm advanced (uh-huh)
And flip the misfortunes, now I got advantage (uh-huh)
Saw the bigger picture, had to stop and pan it (uh-huh)
Machine, bitch, I am not from planet Earth
I need my top examined, lots of damage (ha)
Understand us
That they couldn't see me, I am not in vanish (nah)
Rappers fake as double Ds that got in planet
If they choose to violate, they got to vanish
Bro gon' pop a xanax, walk up, pop and blam it (brr)
Black and white dums, bitch, I rock the panda style
Violated 'em, I dropped my manners
This for trap niggas, watch for cops with scanners
Lots of scammers, niggas from my block, bananas, nigga
Machine, bitch (yeah)
Yeah, Jae Skeese, DrumWork shit, you bet you
Hmm-hmm-mmm
Big Ghost, takin' the chirps, nigga
Oh
Oh-oh
Yo, yo, yo, yo, check
I told these niggas that I'm extra real (what?)
Jordan seven hits (what?)
God level shit, this is heaven's tier (uh-huh)
The man from metal gears, the biggest strength and shit (haha)
Versus standin' for the storm, like electric chair
Legends swell
Stack of bibles, I'm a fresh breath of air (I'm that nigga)
Machine apply the most pressure here (ha)
Wrist dancin' like fret of stairs (you see this shit, right?)
Walk down on niggas like a set of stairs (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Clip full of bone crushers, nigga, we ain't never scared (we ain't scared, nigga)
OG ones, the pack in leather pair that I've yet to wear (hahaha)
Yeah, sax get manifested when I crowd the sentence
Pennin' mad aggressive, sickin' staff infection (facts)
Used to ride the whooptie, wouldn't pass suspection (uh-huh)
Audible my planes and chains, the past protection
Extensive gat collection, sense of adolescence
Niggas mad depressed I'm rich and cashin' checks
But since you asked the question, listen, class in session
Had this vision, had to sit for crack possession (talk to 'em)
Yeah, fast forward, I'm the sickest rapper present
God's gift, like a Christian wrappin' presents
God shit, I resemble that reflection
Uh, they was tough, but now they crack with ad impressions
Sat and watched 'em fizzle out, like Al Caselsa (hahaha)
Lyrically, I'm Doleone, the canvas couldn't stop me
Conway 'lowed me, I'm advanced (uh-huh)
And flip the misfortunes, now I got advantage (uh-huh)
Saw the bigger picture, had to stop and pan it (uh-huh)
Machine, bitch, I am not from planet Earth
I need my top examined, lots of damage (ha)
Understand us
That they couldn't see me, I am not in vanish (nah)
Rappers fake as double Ds that got in planet
If they choose to violate, they got to vanish
Bro gon' pop a xanax, walk up, pop and blam it (brr)
Black and white dums, bitch, I rock the panda style
Violated 'em, I dropped my manners
This for trap niggas, watch for cops with scanners
Lots of scammers, niggas from my block, bananas, nigga
Machine, bitch (yeah)
Yeah, Jae Skeese, DrumWork shit, you bet you
Hmm-hmm-mmm
Big Ghost, takin' the chirps, nigga
Oh
Oh-oh
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Writer(s): Demond Price, M. Ramirez, Jarrett Jackson
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