Sunday Service

It's us against them until the end of time
Guess your run is over couldn't be the end of mine
I'm done ignoring G.O.D when he be sending signs
Now if don't suit me i just sever ties
Daily conversations with the twin
Me and him shit we really might be Kin
Garbage day you'd prolly see him dump your cans
But we weather men the way that we foreshadowing the wins
Hit me when ya lonely you turned that to a tradition
And you did some damage even if it weren't malicious
Shit I'm the first to admit it when I'm wrong
But in our case I never had to do admitting
Just omitting
You cant even point no fingers like a mitten
Cuz it's all on you like we ain't splitting
And the stone was already written on like Hieroglyphics
I let the signs slip like permission
Sandi sending prayers like every morning
My day ones filming me performing
Turned the whole crowd into a chorus
I keep it 7 plus the year that i was born in

Phone calls with Bombay for like a hour on some days
We might as well coach the way we drawing up our plays
Then he send the fit pic shit is so tssss i might turn around and change
Like im closing out a letter i just keep it sincere
Y'all just drop the ball like the end of the year
If i said it its real
And she want the boy like a father at a gender reveal
Moms hitting on the boy when they come to prime
We was talking bout her kids but she want some of mine
She keep bringing up astrology
The only signs i'm worried about is the letter after R with the double lines
Running into those I don't have energy for
It's all good karma is out here settling scores
They very much alive but to me they deceased
So I just keep it moving like the end of the lease
They were talking foul and said my dreams were a reach
Speaking through the grapevine ain't ever discreet
Now its like a Sunday Service
Cuz them same ones praise me every time I release
Sheesh