No Church On Sunday’s

[Intro]
I'll never stress too much over something or somebody
Like, no matter who around you
Or what's goin' on around you
Life gonna go on, you just gotta be happy, you still here
On granny, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I know I'm blessed but I ain't see church on Sunday's
I was probaly sinnin'
Bitch, I'm tryin' to be more than rich
And win until I'm tired of winnin'
My new bitch thick, yeah
And she scream my name whenever I'm slidin' in
My ex bitch be sayin' that I be trippin', yeah
She don't get that we just different, yeah

[Verse 1]
Tell the Lord, "I'm so glad to make it"
Richest in my class, ain't graduated
I'm so glad, we made it, past the basement
Now a nigga livin' past amazing
I can't think from all these bags I'm facing
But I know, I'm the greatest don't gas my ranking
Never had nothin', he flash, we take it
Think that he solid, these bullets gon' break 'em
Fucked up by losses I never thought that I could win again
I told my mama if they find these guns
Then I'll probaly will go back to pen again
Took a bus but not a Benz from here
I can't trip about no friends again
'Cause niggas want drama, I just want some commas
That's why my best friend is Benjamin
No cap, niggas two face, don't fuck with that
If I give you my name I'm stuck with that
When I fuck from the back, you fuck me back
If I fall in love, would you love me back?
I heard you think love is whack
Well it's probaly 'cause the nigga that you fucked wit whack
He fucked up and you gon' go back
Girl, fuck that nigga, we done with that
You fuckin' with me, they probaly told you, "That nigga so street"
He walk outside and he clutchin' his feet
He feel like everybody just goin' to leave
So he pray that you play for keeps
Please don't leave me, putting trust in new people ain't easy
But I know you need me as much I need you

[Chorus]
I know I'm blessed but I ain't see church on sunday's
I was probaly sinnin'
Bitch, I'm tryin' to be more than rich
And win until I'm tired of winnin'
My new bitch thick, yeah
And she scream my name whenever I'm slidin' in
My ex bitch be sayin' that I be trippin', yeah
She don't get that we just different, yeah

[Verse 2]
I'm blowing up like a split
If it's problem, no problem, bro wait in this jungle
If I shoot, I won't miss
Trappy been on the court, he a blow if I pass him the torch
If he strapped with the gang, then we with it
We was youngins, they labeled 'em BaeBae kids
All them young niggas trippin', got a milli came up on my city
Keep a Glock with a dick, no AK
Pop some karats for my niggas, don't they pay
Pop them Xannys, they think that I'm cray-cray
Pop too many and it look like my face fade
Bring my choppa, ain't doin' no may lay
All these bitches, goin' to give him a face lay
Money talkin', I don't care about what they say
We came Bobby V, came off the fake way
'Cause I got ties with mine
Ain't no squares in my grass, my shit cut
'Cause I can't die in mind
Let a nigga say it's up then we gon' slide
Bitch, I'm gon' ride for mines
We get caught up in that jam, bitch, I'm goin' to lie for mine
I can go black and white, I came back to fight
Tell my lawyers, "Let's wrap up the case"
All bezels here when I just bought the Wraith
Smokin' on more, I feel like I'm on space
I worked too hard for you to take my place
Sit back and count that money to a state
I don't really think these niggas real for real
They fake so I watch my back
'Cause I hear niggas out here kill to kill

[Chorus]
I know I'm blessed but I ain't see church on Sunday's
I was probaly sinnin'
Bitch, I'm tryin' to be more than rich
And win until I'm tired of winnin'
My new bitch thick, yeah
And she scream my name whenever I'm slidin' in
My ex bitch be sayin' that I be trippin', yeah
She don't get that we just different, yeah