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Church / Liquor Store (feat. Noname)

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They ask you what's the cause and the fact
A doobie's packed and they fat, now you call and collect
They will be trapped in a trap
The police pulling a pulley, you'll fall for it, you silly
Party, you out of shape, * running, you'll catch a case
I can't relate to half of my relatives, my genetics is felony
Buying law and reselling it, hey, tell me, tell a story
I'm like, why not mine?
*, everybody taking pictures, I'm like, why that vibe?
Hey, growing from the ground up, it look like I'm a vibe
It's rarity in my realness, yeah, I'm a fine
Diamond in a rough type, rough type
Rough house in a roll house like Rugby, lovely
When you hit a lick, little kick like Chun-Li, funny
Kids that I hoop with all in county, county
Black bodies hunt them down, look like boundaries
Bound to be on the block, a little while longer
They your homies, this what homies, what don't kill you, make you stronger
Call Obama, Jesus, Yeezus
He can say Chicago from the demons and the deacons
When it's D.N., yeah, Dodge Precinct since pre-teens
Let's pretend we privileged, not D.C.'s to dictate
It look like funeral home, church, church
Liquor store, corner store, dreadhead, dead lid, dead toe
Tenfold, tenfolds from Cicero to Centro
What's told, let it go, didn't know who to hit though
Now that's church, barbershop, bottle walk
Got it, got it, got it, got it, got it, got it, got it
From the liquor store on Cicero, I ain't 21, but he didn't know
Bad habits of wrong places at wrong times
A straight bullet'll take your firstborn like the 10th plague
I'm the new pharaoh, my phone line
Forever open for prayer, the fallen soldiers ain't failed
They in my pen and I do thank God
They say preach like Kool-Aid high
From beginning to end, it's Alpha and Omega
My city, the same ghost that made Lupe cry
Soon as you loosen up your grip, you lost and lose your life
I loosen the dread from every time I gotta watch the cigarettes smoke from out of my head
Like how I'm not dead, going on 20, so
They say I changed, that's a fitting room
I'm still the same kid that didn't speak when we were in the school
I just got a mic now, I turned to a real nigga
I just knocked a white gal, and * who you think I sound
Like I'm a legend in the making, like the director's cut it
If I am legend, then I'm fed up with the * comparison
These niggas don't got the truth that y'all won't do, they
Think I'm lying, then plan a trip to Chicago today
I was 15, they was * me, I was 15, they was * me
There's no logic in love, but there's no love in the street
It look like funeral home, church, church, liquor store
Corner store, dread head, dead lid, dead toe
Sillow, eh, chalk outline, sketch
It's not safe outside when they want your neck
Now that's church, barbershop, bottle walk, God
From the liquor store on Cicero, I ain't 21, but he didn't know
They so, they so, they so prison the way they pipeline
Systematically lifeline, erase all niggas
They so bulletproof from the law, law abided, citizens shot
Willie Lynch do crack now, made the new letter shiny
Now we pray King Kunta and hope the grave don't find me
I'll do my NJ kindly, I'll do my time when it's timely
Sometimes the Bible tastes like marmalade, my mama still sip it
Politician, old Donald Duck, a quack in new kitchen
They kept the melting pot inside the slave plot, watch
They just defied your neighborhood, no need for cops, watch
Look at the yoga pants, coffee shops and yogurt stands
Consumerism, holy land, and on the other hand, my mama land
It look like funeral home
Church, church, liquor store, corner store, dread head, dead lit
Man, give them people hell, bro, my life
Let them know how you feeling, Joe, let them know what's going on, bro
Free us every chance you get, free my nigga Marl
Free Jimmy, fresh, bro, free us, Joe
Let them know, Joe, keep us alive out there in them verses, Joe
I'm the real, bro
Alright, love, bro, take care, bro
Tell my brother, tell French, I say I love him
Tell him when you see Squeaky, tell him I love him
And tell your opponent, I say what's up, I salute you, bro
You said those girls are bitches, right?
Alright, do that, bro, I love you, bro, I'm gonna talk to you in a minute, bro
The caller has hung up
A doobie's packed and they fat, now you call and collect
They will be trapped in a trap
The police pulling a pulley, you'll fall for it, you silly
Party, you out of shape, * running, you'll catch a case
I can't relate to half of my relatives, my genetics is felony
Buying law and reselling it, hey, tell me, tell a story
I'm like, why not mine?
*, everybody taking pictures, I'm like, why that vibe?
Hey, growing from the ground up, it look like I'm a vibe
It's rarity in my realness, yeah, I'm a fine
Diamond in a rough type, rough type
Rough house in a roll house like Rugby, lovely
When you hit a lick, little kick like Chun-Li, funny
Kids that I hoop with all in county, county
Black bodies hunt them down, look like boundaries
Bound to be on the block, a little while longer
They your homies, this what homies, what don't kill you, make you stronger
Call Obama, Jesus, Yeezus
He can say Chicago from the demons and the deacons
When it's D.N., yeah, Dodge Precinct since pre-teens
Let's pretend we privileged, not D.C.'s to dictate
It look like funeral home, church, church
Liquor store, corner store, dreadhead, dead lid, dead toe
Tenfold, tenfolds from Cicero to Centro
What's told, let it go, didn't know who to hit though
Now that's church, barbershop, bottle walk
Got it, got it, got it, got it, got it, got it, got it
From the liquor store on Cicero, I ain't 21, but he didn't know
Bad habits of wrong places at wrong times
A straight bullet'll take your firstborn like the 10th plague
I'm the new pharaoh, my phone line
Forever open for prayer, the fallen soldiers ain't failed
They in my pen and I do thank God
They say preach like Kool-Aid high
From beginning to end, it's Alpha and Omega
My city, the same ghost that made Lupe cry
Soon as you loosen up your grip, you lost and lose your life
I loosen the dread from every time I gotta watch the cigarettes smoke from out of my head
Like how I'm not dead, going on 20, so
They say I changed, that's a fitting room
I'm still the same kid that didn't speak when we were in the school
I just got a mic now, I turned to a real nigga
I just knocked a white gal, and * who you think I sound
Like I'm a legend in the making, like the director's cut it
If I am legend, then I'm fed up with the * comparison
These niggas don't got the truth that y'all won't do, they
Think I'm lying, then plan a trip to Chicago today
I was 15, they was * me, I was 15, they was * me
There's no logic in love, but there's no love in the street
It look like funeral home, church, church, liquor store
Corner store, dread head, dead lid, dead toe
Sillow, eh, chalk outline, sketch
It's not safe outside when they want your neck
Now that's church, barbershop, bottle walk, God
From the liquor store on Cicero, I ain't 21, but he didn't know
They so, they so, they so prison the way they pipeline
Systematically lifeline, erase all niggas
They so bulletproof from the law, law abided, citizens shot
Willie Lynch do crack now, made the new letter shiny
Now we pray King Kunta and hope the grave don't find me
I'll do my NJ kindly, I'll do my time when it's timely
Sometimes the Bible tastes like marmalade, my mama still sip it
Politician, old Donald Duck, a quack in new kitchen
They kept the melting pot inside the slave plot, watch
They just defied your neighborhood, no need for cops, watch
Look at the yoga pants, coffee shops and yogurt stands
Consumerism, holy land, and on the other hand, my mama land
It look like funeral home
Church, church, liquor store, corner store, dread head, dead lit
Man, give them people hell, bro, my life
Let them know how you feeling, Joe, let them know what's going on, bro
Free us every chance you get, free my nigga Marl
Free Jimmy, fresh, bro, free us, Joe
Let them know, Joe, keep us alive out there in them verses, Joe
I'm the real, bro
Alright, love, bro, take care, bro
Tell my brother, tell French, I say I love him
Tell him when you see Squeaky, tell him I love him
And tell your opponent, I say what's up, I salute you, bro
You said those girls are bitches, right?
Alright, do that, bro, I love you, bro, I'm gonna talk to you in a minute, bro
The caller has hung up
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