Church

[Intro: ISO Indies]
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ISO, woah, woah, woah
Indies, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: Dillmatic & ConchezYout]
Plottin' on the majors, tryna make it from the minors
Lookin' at what’s ahead, tryna put it all behind us
To five-star from a diner, I need seats with recliners
That's just a reminder when you want the things that's finer
Speak it into the universe, in this game, I'm a student first
Stayin' humble 'cause shit was worse, play with fire, and you get burnt
Never take shit for granted, wonder, "How do I manage?"
If I never started plannin', it turned me into a savage
Gotta take full advantage, they usе me to they advantage
I always keep it candid, I lеarned that from uncle Francis
Everyday ride the transit while facin' these circumstances
Gotta take second changes, get rid of all the distractions
It's the Law of Attraction, they take and give you a fraction
The streets show no compassion, police just wanna attack us
Make us fam' like factor, let's show them we not actors
Hurricane cause disaster, leavin' our islands mashed up
We all lookin' for answers when shit just don't add up
Lost my Grandma to cancer, so every moment I capture
It's onto the next chapter, onto the next saga
Escapin' from all the drama, and reachin' my peak, Nirvana
At times I sit and wonder, "Are we here just to go under?"
And when it's all said and done, wake me up from my slumber
Talkin' shit like Ms. Rudder, sometimes my mind get cluttered
But when you from the gutter, this shit make you feel outnumbered
Watch the words that you utter, yeah, nigga, did I stutter?
Bodies droppin' the summer, feelin' trapped like Maze Runner
Never confuse my hunger, like for real, I am other
Dawg, I'm out of this park, I'm a Louieville Slugger
Keep my hand on the upper, don't mistake me for no sucker
You don't want no smoke, fuck a muffler
I be with the Wolves, Jimmy Buttler, plate full of crab legs, grab a cluster
I heard your new shit is lackluster
If it ain't fifty-fifty, my nigga, I don't trust you
I be flippin' modes like I'm Buster
This spliff make you see a star
I'm KD at the Rucker, lights out like your Mother used to say right after supper (Sheesh, damn)

[Interlude: ConchezYout]
It's a vibe, it's a vibe, yeah, yeah
Check it, it's always goin'
Yo, check it, yo

[Verse 2: ConchezYout]
I never take this shit lightly
I wonder, "How would it might be if I never had started rightin'? It turned me to a Hypebeast
Bitches that never like me, now see me and wanna right me, huh
Nothin' excites me, I'd rather be humble wifey
Been workin' nights for the past week, last week I mastely
Woke and smoked me a spliff, then I'm headed to where the cash be
Cash rules everything around me
Blink, if the money
Where I'm from, ain't a damn thing sunny
Many times, we wonder why and they hope the sun will rise like Jesus up on the third day
Nowadays, you get lucky to see your birthday
The good die in the worst way and niggas showin' no mercy not even up on the church
They take it back like it's Thursday, police roll up on search me
Thirsty to find a gun on a nigga like I'm a suspect
Blowin' shit out of context
Killin' us like it’s a contest
And they wonder why I'm stressed, and sometimes I be reminiscin' her
When I got arrested, not less than a block away from my address
Cop rolled up on me with some bad breath
Took me to the priest and ran my prints for whatever reason
Pops couldn't believe it 'cause he knew I was no heavon
Please believe it
Yeah, they found a reason, though
Yeah, yeah, haha, they found a reason
Talk to 'em, yeah
Talk your shit, nigga
Yeah
I said, sometimes I sit and wonder why, yeah, "Are we livin' here just to die?"
Yeah
Gotta hustle just to stay alive, wait
And I hate to see my Momma cry, huh
Work a nine to five on the double tryna stay up outta trouble
Can't lie, I'm goin' through it, nigga, yeah
Police stopped me on the corner, said I smell like marijuana
And I'm scared that they gon' shoot a nigga
Don't shoot
Blaow!