Halle-NOPE
Another night gone south, Lord, what's your damn deal
My ass just got caught slippin', ain't got time to fuckin' kneel
Used to pray to you, but now I pray you stay away
I'm done with yo tests, and all these fuckin' games you play
My prayers turned to whispers, drowned in sirens' wail
Your divine plan ain't got room for me to prevail
Every time I rise, you throw a fuckin' curveball to test me
Heaven's playin' hardball, show some goddamn sympathy
Hallelujah? halle-fuckin'-nope,
Won't be singin' your motherfuckin' praises no more
Heaven's got a hit list, my name's on the front page
Halo caught on fire, burning with my fuckin' rage
Ain't no choir singing, just the grit of teeth I clench
Pray to my fuckin' ass that I don't catch you slippin' bitch
Yeah, does that make you mad, bitch
(Show dat face)
Yeah show yo face
(Show yo face)
Show yo bitch ass face
I never said I'm a saint, not denyin' all my sins
Name a fuckin' person lackin' scars under they skin
But them scars ain't malicious, they chapters in the climb
Each mark a testament, a reminder we still alive
So kindly cut this motherfuckin' gangsta some slack
Give my hustle some breathin' room before I bite back
But oh yeah, I forgot, you don't fuckin' understand
All you do is lounge around with yo dick in yo fuckin' hand
Hallelujah? halle-nope, won't be singin' your motherfuckin' praises no more
Heaven's got a hit list, my name's on the front page
Halo caught on fire, burning with my fuckin' rage
Ain't no choir singing, just the grit of teeth I clench
Pray to MY fuckin' ass that I don't catch you slippin' bitch
Yeah you scared ain't you
Yeah you scared
Betta keep yo ass outta my hood
Yo pussy ass is callin' the shots up from your palace
Them bitch ass gates locked up tight, right
We motherfuckas got bills piled high as Babylon
Slangin' drugs, riskin' lives to survive the night
Remember that time I prayed for your assistance
There wasn't shit but silence from the distance
I hear you be workin' in mysterious ways
While all these niggas bustin' motherfuckin' caps for days
Your mystery's a bore, ain't no thrill in endless naps
So send a flood, create another heavenly mishap
Hallelujah? halle-fuckin'-nope, won't be singin' your motherfuckin' praises no more
Heaven's got a hit list, my name's on the front page
Halo caught on fire, burning with my fuckin' rage
Ain't no choir singing, just the grit of teeth I clench
Pray to MY fuckin' ass that I don't catch yo fuckin' ass slippin' bitch
My ass just got caught slippin', ain't got time to fuckin' kneel
Used to pray to you, but now I pray you stay away
I'm done with yo tests, and all these fuckin' games you play
My prayers turned to whispers, drowned in sirens' wail
Your divine plan ain't got room for me to prevail
Every time I rise, you throw a fuckin' curveball to test me
Heaven's playin' hardball, show some goddamn sympathy
Hallelujah? halle-fuckin'-nope,
Won't be singin' your motherfuckin' praises no more
Heaven's got a hit list, my name's on the front page
Halo caught on fire, burning with my fuckin' rage
Ain't no choir singing, just the grit of teeth I clench
Pray to my fuckin' ass that I don't catch you slippin' bitch
Yeah, does that make you mad, bitch
(Show dat face)
Yeah show yo face
(Show yo face)
Show yo bitch ass face
I never said I'm a saint, not denyin' all my sins
Name a fuckin' person lackin' scars under they skin
But them scars ain't malicious, they chapters in the climb
Each mark a testament, a reminder we still alive
So kindly cut this motherfuckin' gangsta some slack
Give my hustle some breathin' room before I bite back
But oh yeah, I forgot, you don't fuckin' understand
All you do is lounge around with yo dick in yo fuckin' hand
Hallelujah? halle-nope, won't be singin' your motherfuckin' praises no more
Heaven's got a hit list, my name's on the front page
Halo caught on fire, burning with my fuckin' rage
Ain't no choir singing, just the grit of teeth I clench
Pray to MY fuckin' ass that I don't catch you slippin' bitch
Yeah you scared ain't you
Yeah you scared
Betta keep yo ass outta my hood
Yo pussy ass is callin' the shots up from your palace
Them bitch ass gates locked up tight, right
We motherfuckas got bills piled high as Babylon
Slangin' drugs, riskin' lives to survive the night
Remember that time I prayed for your assistance
There wasn't shit but silence from the distance
I hear you be workin' in mysterious ways
While all these niggas bustin' motherfuckin' caps for days
Your mystery's a bore, ain't no thrill in endless naps
So send a flood, create another heavenly mishap
Hallelujah? halle-fuckin'-nope, won't be singin' your motherfuckin' praises no more
Heaven's got a hit list, my name's on the front page
Halo caught on fire, burning with my fuckin' rage
Ain't no choir singing, just the grit of teeth I clench
Pray to MY fuckin' ass that I don't catch yo fuckin' ass slippin' bitch
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Writer(s): Matthew Kilpatrick
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