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PERFORMING ARTISTS
CyHi
CyHi
Vocals
Pastor Cortez Harris
Pastor Cortez Harris
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cydel Young
Cydel Young
Composer
Warren Griffin Jr.
Warren Griffin Jr.
Composer
Jesse James
Jesse James
Composer
David Stokes
David Stokes
Composer
Marcus Byrd
Marcus Byrd
Composer
K. Rachel Mills
K. Rachel Mills
Composer
Brandon Black
Brandon Black
Composer
Girvan Henry
Girvan Henry
Composer
Michael Davis
Michael Davis
Composer
Orlando Powell
Orlando Powell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cydel Young
Cydel Young
Recording Engineer
The Olympicks
The Olympicks
Producer
Edsclusive
Edsclusive
Co-Producer
Brandon Black
Brandon Black
Recording Engineer
Finis "KY" White
Finis "KY" White
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer

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Turbulence is the price you pay for flyin' high Through all the hell and high water you kept us You brought us to this point Regardless of what we had to deal with Because you love us so much Now bless each and every one of us Keep all of us in your love and care (CyHi!) Amen From where the gangstas die young and the rats die faster So when my shooter spread, this Mac lives shatter Ridin' 'round like, "Who gives a fuck if Black Lives Matter?" Wash the blood off his hands then get baptized after I'm the new testament, the last five chapters And God said He would come back by rapture The Lord even lets me lie about the pastures So I never told the truth to the plain clothes This a flashback of bullet holes in my Durango Better have a raincoat if we ever see them bastards Mix the pink sleeping pills with the powder in the sifter Steppin' on the dope like an Alpha Phi Alpha My bitch screamin' "Skee-wee," all about the cream and wheat Taylor made nigga, everything ain't what it seem to be Triple beam dreams, niggas Martin Luther King a key Me and Ye' feel like Jay and Memphis Bleek to me The only difference is that it cost a little more to speak to me Around here it cost 100 for a meet and greet Varsity in two sports, my reputation preceded me But the trunk Pac-10 so I never played collegiately BIG 12-gauge to WAC a nigga in the SEC And that's a second, my mind's a MAC-11 I might not hit nothing but y'all know that I was present See me and a bear in the woods then help the bear then Huh, my life is Leonardo in The Revenant Listenin' to lead playin', I ain't talkin' Zeppelin Boston George before we got the blow, I'm out here Johnny Depp'n The only thing that police gon' find on me is a weapon Blessings, never believe in luck Read the signs at the lake, it told you, "don't feed the ducks" So keep it up (huh) and you'll be back to sellin' cuties In the hood you get shot or you go out like Fela Kuti Let the church say amen, let this urge every man From the curb to the pen From a bird to a ten, 'til bullets burn through your skin To a hearse from a Benz Let the church say amen, every curse, every sin Every smirk, every grin Every verse, every friend, follow every word in this hymn 'Til the Earth's very end, let the church say amen Fist fights with a murderer I had to let him win cause if I didn't, he the type to come back and murder ya Take ya somewhere and bury ya I was barely seventeen, rollin' with some killers that was 30 plus Shoulda left these niggas earlier (huh) But I was broke as fuck in the street, I was tryna get me a burger, bruh Plus the bag they was servin' us I would break a quarter pound to seven grams, off a Vick I could get thirty bucks Fuck being conservative, I was tryna serve it up Stir it up, rather sell a bird than be a burglar A third of us, ridin' 'round tryin' find a purchaser With my lil' Spanish chick used her as my interpreter For some years I haven't heard from her That was my lil' sweetie pie, can't believe I deserted her She used to let me hide my weed in the furniture But I had to leave cause only good deed she was worthy of The story of a journeyer, who made it out the wilderness No feelings 'cause I met a lot of villains on my pilgrimage God told me, "son, never settle like the pilgrims did" So I bought a convertible, I don't know where the ceiling is I'm here to restore the pillages of villages I brought enough food for thought to feed a million kids How a young nigga come up with this brilliant shit Who you think built the pyramids? Huh, amen May the church say amen, let this urge every man From the curb to the pen From a bird to a ten, 'til bullets burn through your skin To a hearse from a Benz Let the church say amen, every curse, every sin Every smirk, every grin Every verse, every friend, follow every word in this hymn 'Til the Earth's very end, may the church say amen Yeah, thou (one!) shall not, see a cell block And not have no paper stashed so he could bail out Never (two!) sell rocks on a Sunday Yeah I know the streets is cold but nigga Hell's hot All this (three!) spiritual warfare's got me shell-shocked Ye should never tell just to avoid a jail cot (Four!) And this is for you male thots, huh Roommates should help with the bills if you livin' at your female's spot (Five!) Thou shall not steal, not even from the rich But the plug you tryna' run up on should front a brick (Six!) Thou shall not kill cause everyone exists For a reason but I still keep a hundred sticks (Seven!) Promise this, ye will always be truthful Never pick sides, ye should always think neutral (Eight!) The next commandment I'm 'bout to bring is crucial Thou shall never misuse friends, ye should make themselves useful (Nine!) Thou shall not seek nobody else approval Ye who is frugal, being broke is youthful, huh (Ten!) But even Adam was at Christian Louboutin And bought Eve a pair, ye shall always be fruitful (Eleven!) And we keep banana clips, devil we rebuke you You can only be the chosen one if you choose to (Twelve!) Huh, take care of ya' family and your crew too And may thou life be beautiful, Amen
Writer(s): Marcus Byrd, Orlando Powell, Girvan Henry, Katherine Mills, Brandon Black, Michael Davis, Warren Griffin, John Branch, Jesse James, David Stokes, Cydel Young Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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