She don't even need a job, got one anyways
Listen to the church praise while i watch the water raise
"huston we have a problem... it's not going to solve it's self, it's a big problem,
I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one
All the way up to church
The day my mix tape drops will be the day i emerge,
And we go to the church
His gift is a curse, forget the earth, he's got the urge
But is necessary to just hate inside a friar's church,
Kind of chill but every now and then i get this violent urge,
And im not hating on the black like i was dixon to merle
Even think i'm going to find another love, that's not you girl.
Im from the side where silly niggas hate or they like you
Personal bus driver, take you to school and church too
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