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Hello? See I'm sittin' down in my whip and I'm just I'm tryna figure out how I can go to church as I is, I mean as I am I'm not a bad guy, I've been tellin' all of my partners, "It ain't no scam" Even when I got jammed up, I told the lady cop, "Yes ma'am" And I just had a court case, why you judgin' me too? That ain't even what the Bible say, you supposed to love me too I was in the mud, you supposed to pull me up, you just dragged me through I was poppin' all the pills, you ain't pray for me, you just drugged me too Comin' up, I was bumpin' that Cross Movement, they was callin' it thuggin' music Gospel gangsta, when I'm walkin' in You want the fake daps and fake hugs music When they hear the strip club music, they gon' gеt the instrumental If I play Fettuccini for thе strippers, I bet they get real sentimental, uh Life is like a box of colored pencils And tryna write the rules with no utensils You lookin' so stupid, plain and simple You might as well vandalize the temple You might as well go to Heaven and tell God, "Move, step aside, allow me" (Pssh) That's crazy You ain't finna get strucked 'round me And I know Christ died for us but that ain't make you king I put it on angel wings I'm ten SongtexteWhy you give me the run-around? We on the same team Why you keep crabbin' on my lifestyle? That's Eugene, see, look All I want is just walk around, finna set aside that's blue jeans Yeah, I don't care if y'all sittin' there watchin' me, that's you stream I don't care about your made up philosophy, I read Proverbs, fool What you mean, "Get up off the stage, right now"? You came to my concert, fool It ain't even gotta be like this but I'm fed up, man They be sayin' I'm prideful when I got my head up, man Why you tryna come fight me? You ain't even squared up, man I don't want no smoke 'cause the gang might tear it up, man I feel like, now, I feel like my spiritual walk is a lot better than where it was I think because I did grow up in the church and I had this It was like this pressure to go every Sunday Yeah, uh, ayy No church in a while, God, please help out your child I'm pandemic to my limits and they treatin' me so foul I was tryna help my people, felt like Moses for a minute But these people call me fake and tell they children not to listen I thought we was family, I thought we was kin, deeper than our skin I thought we was blood, covered by it for our deepest sins I ain't been to church in quite a min' Partially because I'm nervous that these folks won't let me in I be feelin' like they hate me and lately they twist my words up to bait me And I try to dispel the rumors, but all that's drivin' me crazy But if I'm honest there's some pastors who passionate 'bout my peace I be wantin' to blame the church but some of it reside with me I'm finally open to try it, to tour a club or a church After quarantine, I was like, "Man, I'm good if I never search" But I needed people like I need my senses Hopefully, we find consensus and we come to our senses No church in a while Aus Songtexte Mania