Chuuuch!

[Verse 1: Roosta]
As long as you break even, you’ll never go broke. Wanna take a dip in this spinach cheese, can be an artist that choke. A mid-life crisis is a grown-ass man that don't vote. We the people have lost hope, to a system that remains broke. Social media raisin’ these children as if you didn’t know. Yet our grown ass condoning this shit with every like of a post. Goin’ live in the club. You and your folks, your turnt up, hoes shakin’ and twerkin'. How you expect these children to grow? Plus now they feel some type of way when wе label ‘em gay. With their pants fallin’ off thеir ass, what you expect us to say? I don’t know! Is it me? Or, is it just safe to say female and male clothing have way too much in common these days? Can’t just turn the other cheek. Don’t just walk away. ‘Cause, it’s your Gen Z got our elderly terrified today. And, the blames on you and me cause these here our seed. If we don’t nourish them properly, shit they’ll turn into weeds. Very well may cause ‘em to fail, they’re raisin’ themselves. As soon as they get caught up you’re Viola Davis aiding the help. Momma been stopped raisin’ me, look how I turned out to be. Oh, he’ll live if he bump his head a lil bit, get a scrape on his knee. Child cut ‘em loose, let ‘em be. Been kicked his ass out my tree. How he ever gone become a man if I keep my titty in his teeth (Momma). Droppin’ dead like flies is too metaphoric for me. But, we lose babies every night man to that same sad ass reality, Chuuuch!

[Verse 2: Homebwoi]
Fully depleted of givin’ a fuck! Lookin’ for a handout come at me schemin’, your pressin’ your luck. Just cause I’m humble that don’t mean that I’m stupid as fuck. I guess y’all really think I’m green as Incredible Hulk. That’s some terrible luck. I’ve got blessings upon blessings. I’ve got everything I need. You can put me in the desert. I'll come back with a breeze. But like crabs in a bucket, hold me back if you please. Look here, black-on-black hate, that’s one hell of a disease. They Coach Prime’s sellin’ out, that sumbitch! But you’ve got niggas in Mississippi ain’t did shit. I tell ‘em check your behavior. Stop lookin’ for savior. Start a business, buy some property, or stack up your paper. Hell away from them haters, them snitches and traitors, them snakes, and them violators will only forsake ya. Stay loyal and focused no matter how long it takes ya. You must take care of your family, then go holla at ya players, and tell ‘em Chuuuch!