So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team
We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between
When it's repping time, i get on extra grind
I guess it's just an old-fashioned south baptist state of mind,
Westboro baptist- nah i cant even call yall a church
Oh shit reverse the hearse , the curse of eazy coming back slowly and it lurch,
My neighborhood is baptist so i guess i'll pray to jesus christ,
Said i'll return but i gotta fight the fate's arrived
Y’all baptist cheats and catholic priests had to be raw,
Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada
Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire
We deal with his shit, that's josh he just don't care,
But ya chose to go before meand brothas miss ya while your gone
Josh is underachievin, so how bout ya sing along
And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!
You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues
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