No Church in a While (Harp Version)

[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse]
See I'm sittin' down in my whip and I'm just
I'm tryna figure out how I can go to church as I is, I mean as I am
I'm not a bad guy, I've been tellin' all of my partners, "It ain't no scam"
Even when I got jammed up, I told the lady cop, "Yes ma'am"
And I just had a court case, why you judgin' me too?
That ain't even what the Bible say, you supposed to love me too
I was in the mud, you supposed to pull me up, you just drag me through
I was poppin' all the pills, you ain't pray for me, you just drugged me too
Comin' up, I was bumpin' that Cross Movement, they was callin' it thuggin' music
Gospel Gangstaz when I'm walkin' in, you want the fake daps and fake hugs music
When they hear the strip club music, they gon' get the instrumental
If I play "Fettuccine" for the strippers, I bet I get real sentimental, uh
Life is like a box of colored pencils
They tryna write the rules with no utensils
You lookin' so stupid, plain and simple
You might as well vandalize the temple
You might as well go to Heaven and tell God, "Move, step aside, allow me", pssh, that's crazy
You ain't finna get struck 'round me
And I know Christ died for us but that ain't make you king
I put that on angel wings, I'm tellin'
Why you give me the run-around? We on the same team
Why you keep crabbin' on my lifestyle? That's Eugene, see, look
I don't wanna just walk around, feelin' sad inside, that's blue jeans
Yeah, I don't care if y'all sittin' there watchin' me, that's you stream
I don't care about your made up philosophy, I read Proverbs, fool
What you mean, "Get up off the stage, right now"? You came to my concert, fool
It ain't even gotta be like this but I'm fed up, man
They be sayin' I'm prideful when I got my head up, man
Why you tryna come fight me? You ain't even squared up, man
I don't want no smoke 'cause the gang might tear it up, man

[Outro]
Yeah
'Cause the gang might tear it up, man