Blood On The Bible
I made sacrifices for the profit the profit
Get a nigga hit the way I pop shit I pop shit
Momma say I need me some religion
I got blood on my Bible and its drippin' okay
Ima wash a opp and get his block spint his block spint
I feel like I gave up on my conscience my conscience
Momma say I need me some religion
I got blood on my Bible and its drippin'
(You better stay yo ass inside this house!)
O that's my Momma yellin' drama propellin' felons is out
Holdin' weaponry that's spelling out melodies when they sprout
It's gotta be the Last Supper these wolves got blood in they mouth
And they eatin', drillin' for no reason, leave a white tee leakin'
Time on demon, now they pray to Jesus Sunday service preachin'
From the reverend, better count yo' blessings we take all receivins'
Shhh no speaking (Ma why heaven only come round on the weekend?)
I'm believin', this Section 8 sleepin' gon' one day pass
And we see regions of Bel-Air
From the streets where the gunplay clash
I need my Sister in a Phantom, half a milli that's stashed
I'm tryna move around serpents, it's too many in this grass
So do I mow shit this ain't no hoe shit, keep my focus
I roll with niggas that tote clips, get you smoked quick
I just wanna stay away from problems, problems
Me no like to run into the wild while they screaming out
I made sacrifices for the profit the profit
Get a nigga hit the way I pop shit I pop shit
Momma say I need me some religion
I got blood on my Bible and its drippin' okay
Ima wash a opp and get his block spint his block spint
I feel like I gave up on my conscience my conscience
Momma say I need me some religion
I got blood on my Bible and its drippin'
My Pastor shouting (Hallelujah!)
I'm discerning his sermon while burning turning medusa
These pocket full of stones that you cast attracting yo' users
Rounds of the chopper blast in these ghettos you was the shooter
You sold your people hope and shit I've overdosed
I know I'm way too close, keep battlin' with the smoke
'Cause the dealers jumped off the porch
Now it's nightmares with the killers and sinners will I stay woke?
I'm tryna keep my distance reality won't let go
And I'm crashing into the preachers and teachers
Politicians, world leaders, motivational speakers
That prophesied to believers, my eyes collide with the reaper
My mind go deeper and deeper
This city running up the murders for the commas
In we God trust we bust the shottas
Will we see dust we rush the drama
Pledge allegiance our Heavenly Father
Get a nigga hit the way I pop shit I pop shit
Momma say I need me some religion
I got blood on my Bible and its drippin' okay
Ima wash a opp and get his block spint his block spint
I feel like I gave up on my conscience my conscience
Momma say I need me some religion
I got blood on my Bible and its drippin'
(You better stay yo ass inside this house!)
O that's my Momma yellin' drama propellin' felons is out
Holdin' weaponry that's spelling out melodies when they sprout
It's gotta be the Last Supper these wolves got blood in they mouth
And they eatin', drillin' for no reason, leave a white tee leakin'
Time on demon, now they pray to Jesus Sunday service preachin'
From the reverend, better count yo' blessings we take all receivins'
Shhh no speaking (Ma why heaven only come round on the weekend?)
I'm believin', this Section 8 sleepin' gon' one day pass
And we see regions of Bel-Air
From the streets where the gunplay clash
I need my Sister in a Phantom, half a milli that's stashed
I'm tryna move around serpents, it's too many in this grass
So do I mow shit this ain't no hoe shit, keep my focus
I roll with niggas that tote clips, get you smoked quick
I just wanna stay away from problems, problems
Me no like to run into the wild while they screaming out
I made sacrifices for the profit the profit
Get a nigga hit the way I pop shit I pop shit
Momma say I need me some religion
I got blood on my Bible and its drippin' okay
Ima wash a opp and get his block spint his block spint
I feel like I gave up on my conscience my conscience
Momma say I need me some religion
I got blood on my Bible and its drippin'
My Pastor shouting (Hallelujah!)
I'm discerning his sermon while burning turning medusa
These pocket full of stones that you cast attracting yo' users
Rounds of the chopper blast in these ghettos you was the shooter
You sold your people hope and shit I've overdosed
I know I'm way too close, keep battlin' with the smoke
'Cause the dealers jumped off the porch
Now it's nightmares with the killers and sinners will I stay woke?
I'm tryna keep my distance reality won't let go
And I'm crashing into the preachers and teachers
Politicians, world leaders, motivational speakers
That prophesied to believers, my eyes collide with the reaper
My mind go deeper and deeper
This city running up the murders for the commas
In we God trust we bust the shottas
Will we see dust we rush the drama
Pledge allegiance our Heavenly Father
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Writer(s): Patrick K, Karsten Réshawn Bonner
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