Sunday School

Mic, mic motherf*ckin' check in this b*tch

Mic check, one, two

Ah, let's go, yeah, uh huh

Ayo, Daringer, turn me up some

N*ggas gotta feel this

I gotta hear myself

Yo, look, ayy, look

N*ggas ain't see what I saw, a brick turn into a pot full of gold

Over that, spent my daughter first birthday locked in the hole

Plot full of holes, came back stronger, I'm in control

Soft white from my block to the stove, not in a cone (Nah)

Me and West like Stockton, Malone, Gotti, Capone

N*ggas dressed like they copyin' hoes, papi, come on

Stop it, you know you not with the smoke, I get you loafed (Brrr)

In 'bout a year, how n*ggas gon' deny me the throne? (Huh)

Rappers y'all compare me to, n*ggas scared of me too (N*ggas shook)

It make they heart beat faster just hearin' the truth (Have your heart beat, n*gga)

I stick my .40 out the window while I'm steerin' the coupe (Uh huh)

We pull up to your front door if I'm hearin' to shoot (Let's go)

They say we sold d*pe and did random actions of violence

Our neighbors in the 'burbs wanna hand us back to the projects

They say I'm on tour while the Family package the product (Uh uh)

Everybody gon' eat and I'm standin' next to that promise

Can't believe y'all when y'all talk about the guns y'all shot (Can't believe that sh*t)

And all the money runnin' to 'em and it's crumbs y'all got

Just let me know, come check with me when y'all want y'all shot

It's ten shooters in my hood for every one y'all got

Ayy, look, I had to dumb it down for n*ggas, you gotta do that (Sometimes)

It's like bringin' down the prices, you gotta move that

I was in the Feds with braids under the durag

I'ma volunteer to do ya if it come to that (Uh)

I f*ck with smart b*tches, in the club, I caught b*tches starin' (Yeah)

All these jewels got these hoes' train of thought slippin', ah

Brought a quarter thing back, that's a small mission

In the dark kitchen, all you hear is the fork clickin' (Woo)

In the zone, lookin' through the holes of them yard fences

I'm d*pe, yeah, you know the flow from them park benches (Uh)

Three things happen when you keep your torch, n*gga

Put in work, you might sell it, or you gon' get caught with it, ah

Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick (Whole brick)

Fiends still hit me when they d*pe sick (Brr, who this?)

Cook with gas for the raw, so much glass on the floor

I got my b*tch kitchen lookin' like I broke in (Broke in)

Let's go, quarter thing, half a thing, whole thing (Whole thing)

Daydreamin', thinkin' 'bout c*caine (What you think?)

When the plug throw me action, I let my man quarterback it

Looked up and all that stackin' got us both paid (Both paid)

Real n*ggas know (Ah, ah, let's go)

Only my real n*ggas know (Uh, yeah, yeah)

We ain't comfortable as y'all, nah

I been in way too many bang outs and brushes with the law

My real n*ggas know (Ah)

Only my real n*ggas know, yeah

We cook with gas for the raw, so much glass on the floor

I got my b*tch kitchen lookin' like I broke in (Haha, ah)

Huh, yo, my bricks better than theirs, y'all better come pay dues

A extra gram jumpin' back for every one they lose

These n*ggas borrowin' the guns they use, not me

I got my own stick like I'm 'bout to come play pool

Ride in the car with bricks, that's one brave move

I never did it, that's why my b*tch one paid mule

N*ggas say they want gunplay, cool

But they don't really wan' go there, it's like Sunday school

Them n*ggas dead on arrival, don't question the title

No chance for survival, they ain't checkin' your vitals

A fast car with a gun, tryna catch up to rivals

I got a Lamb' and a stick like I'm fresh out the Bible, huh

A young n*gga with Mexican idols

I just left from Ohio, we just met up for Cinco de Mayo

Complexion for connection, I mail an albino

I went broke and sold wax like I'm sellin' a vinyl, huh

N*gga, I know your type, you not thorough

You can't come around unless you got a referral

You made a couple bucks, then you shot for your girl

Bought a bullsh*t watch, now you on top of the world, huh

Got a squad of all geniuses

I been in charge, but findin' a plug just gave me more leadership

No scales for the w**d and bricks

They wholesale, the only time we see scales when we cleanin' fish

Trust

Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick (Whole brick)

Fiends still hit me when they d*pe sick (Brr, who this?)

Cook with gas for the raw, so much glass on the floor

I got my b*tch kitchen lookin' like I broke in (Broke in)

Let's go, quarter thing, half a thing, whole thing (Whole thing)

Daydreamin', thinkin' 'bout c*caine (What you think?)

When the plug throw me action, I let my man quarterback it

Looked up and all that stackin' got us both paid (Both paid)

Real n*ggas know (Ah, ah, let's go)

Only my real n*ggas know (Uh, yeah, yeah)

We ain't comfortable as y'all, nah

I been in way too many bang outs and brushes with the law

My real n*ggas know (Ah)

Only my real n*ggas know, yeah

We cook with gas for the raw, so much glass on the floor

I got my b*tch kitchen lookin' like I broke in (Haha, ah)

Hahaaa

Yo, it's a shame what we did to the highway

Even worse if we made it there safe when we pulled in the driveway (Yeah)

Three and a half whole ones gone by Friday (Gone)

Now we ridin' back, smokin', listen to Sade (Haha)

The d*pe's up in Maryland, the coke is in SC (Yeah)

We get it off the dock, the plug come on a jet ski (Poppin')

I hit my man up, see what's the ticket for ten (What's up?)

We right back Sunday night so we can flip it again (Y'all ready?)

The whole town goin' crazy, a few slept on it (Woo)

Still potent though, I only did a two-step on it (Uh huh)

You ain't gotta be a genius or be deeply educated (Uh uh)

Keep the money and the drugs completely separated (That's it)

We ain't doin' no dumb sh*t, n*gga, we all smart

Same sweatsuit on, underclothes from Walmart

Nah, I ain't actin' crazy with them dudes (Haha)

Got the diesel with the stamp that say "Lady, sing the blues" (Ooh)

Got the coke comin' in like they seizin' on the news (Face)

If I'm winnin', what I look like gettin' even with you fools? (Huh)

It's an occupation (Yep), if a n*gga get jammed

Hit his lawyer and his fam, then we move the operation (Ow)

What?