Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Church / Liquor Store, artist - SABA. Album song Bucket List Project, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Saba Pivot
Song language: English
Church / Liquor Store |
Oooh, ahhh |
Oooh, ahhh |
They ask you what’s the cause and effect |
Of doobies packed in they fat |
Now you calling collect, they booby trapping the trap |
The police pulling a pulley, you’ll fall for it you silly |
Putty you outta shape, fuck running, you’ll catch a case |
I can’t relate to half of my relatives |
My genetics is felony, buying low and reselling it |
They told me tell a story, I’m like «Why not mine?» |
Shit everybody taking pictures, I’m like «Why not Vine?» |
And growin' from the ground up, it look like I’m a vine |
It’s rarity in my realness, yeah I’m a fine, diamond in the rough type |
Rough type, roughhouse in a roadhouse like rugby |
Lovely, when you hit a lick little kick like Chun-Li |
Funny, kids that I hoop with all in county |
Counting, black bodies hunt 'em down look like bounties |
Bound to, be on the block a little while longer |
They your homies, this what home is |
What don’t kill ya make ya stronger |
Call Obama, Jesus, Yeezus, he can save Chicago |
From the demons and the deacons when it’s the end |
Yeah, dodged precincts since pre-teens |
Let’s pretend we privileged not deceased, addicted |
It look like funeral home, church, church, liquor store |
Corner store, dread-head, deadly, ditto |
10−4, ten foes from Cicero to Central |
Was told, «Let it go,"didn't know who to hit though |
Now that’s church, barber shop, bottle I got |
From the liquor store on Cicero, I ain’t 21, but he didn’t know |
Bad habits of wrong places at wrong times |
A stray bullet’ll take your first-born like the Tenth Plague |
I’m the new Pharoah, my phone line |
Forever open for prayer, the fallen soldiers ain’t fell |
They in my pen, and I do thank God |
They say preach like Cooley High |
From beginning to end, that’s Alpha and Omega |
My city the same ghost that made Lupe cry |
Soon’s you loosen up your grip you lost, then lose your life |
I loosen a dread from every time I gotta wash the cigarette smoke |
From outta my head, like how I’m not dead |
Going on 20 soon, 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 the white gal, and fuck who you think I sound |
Like, I’m a legend in the making like the director’s cut |
Of I Am Legend and I’m fed up with the fuck comparison |
These niggas don’t got the truth that y’all want, do they? |
Think I’m lyin'? |
Then plan a trip to Chicago today |
I was 15, they was fucking with me |
There’s no logic in love, but there’s no love in the streets |
It look like funeral home, church, church, liquor store |
Corner store, dread-head, deadly, ditto |
Sillou… -ette! |
Chalk outline, sketch! |
It’s not safe outside when they want your neck |
Now that’s church, barber shop, bottle I got |
From the liquor store on Cicero, I ain’t 21, but he didn’t know |
They sold, they sold |
They sold prison the way they pipeline, systematically lifeline |
Erase all niggas, they so bulletproof from the law |
Law abiding citizen shot, Willie Lynch do crack now |
Made the new letters shiny, now we pray King Kunta |
I hope the grave don’t find me, I do my E&J kindly |
I do my time when it’s timely |
Sometimes the bible tastes like marmalade |
My momma still sipping |
Politician owe Donald Duck a quacking new kitchen |
They kept the melting pot inside the slave plot, watch |
They gentrified your neighborhood no needs for cops, watch |
Look at the yoga pants, coffee shops and yogurt stands |
Consumerism, holy land |
And on the other hand my momma land |
It look like funeral home, church, church, liquor store |
Corner store, dread-head, deadly-… |
Man, give them people hell bro… on life, let 'em know how you feelin', yo, |
let 'em know what’s going on, bro |
Free us, every chance you get, free my nigga Marl |
Free Jimmy… Fresh, yo, Frillz, yo |
Let 'em know yo, keep us alive out there in them verses yo |
On a real bro… aayt love bro, take care bro |
Tell my brother, tell Fresh I said I love him |
Tell him when you see Squeaky, tell him I love him |
Tell your bro n’em I said wassup, I salute you bro |
You sent old girl them pictures right? |
Aayt, flat bro, I love you bro, |
I’ma talk to you in a minute bro… |
The caller has hung up |