Sunday's Best

Ayo, rise in the AM Early morning laying, I just wanna stay in I just wanna lay in Pops like "get your ass up, stop the faking" "We already late, and ." Sunday morning waking, faking like my stomach's aching Moms pull out clothes just for Sunday's best occasion Bowtie, no lie, church shoes was aching 80-degree weather in a blazer, body blazing Already can't wait until this day end Just a little nigga that would rather be home video-gaming Now we on our way in - deacon speaking Preacher preaching to that congregation, mason (Mason... mason) Minds wandering off, not hearing that man of the cloth Talk about that man on the cross Now we back to praying Old ladies with church fans screaming out "amen" Looking at that painting on the stained glass Watching while that collection plate pass Tithes, offering, to me it's all the same cash Fast forward, got older A younging that's gone bad Let me rephrase that, a younging that went down that wrong path No matter how religious moms or pops was Still had encounters with the cops (I was young) Product of that environment I was in Once I left that front door, I could have been out of here Bullets flying is the norm, so most kids walk without a fear Friends dying is the norm, so they walk without a tear Rather tat it on their face - to who's? Wait While the old head is yellin' "it's never too late" Too late, too late, too late, too late Too late, too late, too late, too late Too late, too late, too late, too late Too late, too late, too late, too late Too late, too late, too late, too late Too late, too late, too late, too late