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No Church in the Wild
No Church in the Wild
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Ugh, yeah
Prime 112 behind the double doors
As I rewind the devil's flaws
Paths cross, of course your life lost
Patience a virtue, heard that you're the boss
Your informant's correct
Now give me enormous respect
Goin' to the game, record label on his chain
Right hand on the Bible, watch the flow catch flame
Margielas on her feet
Now she ridin' with a lame, Margielas in the Jeep
All the little homies wanna eat
But we never settle beefs
So settle your debts before there's any regrets
Chino do the graffiti and Blacavandals with the Tec
My girls say that I'm a mess
DJ Khaled say I'm the best
And my city do too
Twenty in the trunk, that's how city boys move
8.9, Now the crib got a view
Mandarin manicure, DEA in pursuit
Champagne in the Rolex, Rosรฉ
No church for a D-boy, let's pray
Human beings in a mob
What's a mob to a king?
What's a king to a god?
What's a god to a non-believer
Who don't believe in anything?
Ain't no church in the wild for a nigga like me
In the game so foul, in a world full of sin
Where the love flow thin and the pain run deep
'Cause it's blood in the streets, see the stains on the money
No love for the weak, where it rain, never sunny
Just mud on the beach where the haters stick to you
Like mud on the cleats, Thanksgiving with them birds
Just drugs for a feast, youngin' only thirteen
With a snub in his fleece, even though his heart cold
He in love with the heat, see the high in his eyes
Hear the slugs in his speech, from the bottom out
Philly, I emerge from the East, peace
At the dealer talkin' Bugatti talk
You never heard it like 'Luminati talk
Tell them haters that it's my mama fault
Breakin' bricks, you would think we talkin' karate talk
Young niggas with old money
Never trust a nigga that say, "Let me hold somethin'"
Never trust a bitch that tell you she ain't load nothin'
The weatherman ain't never tell me 'bout these cold summers
Tears dripped on my dad's casket
Turned me into a bastard
Glock 40 on me is plastic
Get to reachin', I'm squeezin' on him and clappin'
And I ain't talkin' 'bout assemblies
I'm talkin' headshots where niggas won't remember me
I asked God, "Please remove my enemies"
I was surprised when I lost niggas that was friends of me
Human beings in a mob
What's a mob to a king?
What's a king to a god?
What's a god to a non-believer
Who don't believe in anything?
Will he make it out alive?
Alright, alright
No church in the wild
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