ntro: Game]
RIP to my n**** George Jefferson
n***** is moving on up
And I know Weezy personally
[Hook: Game and Jamie]
Halle m************ lujah
All my real n***** I salute ya
All the bad b******, I"ma run throguh ya
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah
d***, d***, d***, d***
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah
d***, d***, d***, d***
Heaven"s prays, all I"m tryna do, praise him, praise im
Heaven"s prays, all I"m wanna do, praise him, my lord
[Verse 1: Game]
n**** I ain"t pastor Mason yo
[n**** patting rhyme, peach Ciroc, Ace and y"all?]
And since I got good taste and all
This for all the bad b****** couldn"t wait to get they braces off
I know we in church, and the way that I"m thinking wrong
But inside the bible is the perfect way to sneak my phone
But I don"t wanna do that, I came to take the service in
And stare at all the women who brought they Louis purses in
Bad b****** in here, forgive me for my sins
I ain"t meant to walk inside the church cursing again
I wanna live righteous and you know I love Jesus
But you can"t catch the holy ghost in the Prius
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Game]
Lookin' 'round the church like what that n**** doing here
He prolly told on somebody, posed to be doing years
But who am I to judge a n****
AR don"t wanna go to church, I can"t budge the n****
But I love the n****, so I"ma go for both us
And put these G Star slacks with these Louie loafers
He rather sit outside and listen to Hova
But the service jumping, the pastor serving my mimosas
And all this a** in here, how do I focus
Collection plate buldging d*** pastor you the coldest
My envelope stay swollen
So I"ma count my blessings now, somebody hold this
[Hook]
Staring in the row behind me, man these fat hoes is too cheap
Ain"t paying they t**hes, taking up 2 seats
And look at God"s house, pack full of sinners
With the sun ride service, now they back for the dinners
Yeah I know the chicken good but your soul ain"t
And your outfit clean but your nose ain"t
And I suppose ain"t nobody a liar in here
If that was true, the whole chruch would be on fire in here
I"m so glad we have a choir in here
To wake me up everytime I get tired in here
And one thing"s for sure, gotta praise the Lord
Cause when I went to Undefeated, they still had my fours
Fell to the floor like
[Hook]
RIP to my n**** George Jefferson
n***** is moving on up
And I know Weezy personally
[Hook: Game and Jamie]
Halle m************ lujah
All my real n***** I salute ya
All the bad b******, I"ma run throguh ya
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah
d***, d***, d***, d***
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah
d***, d***, d***, d***
Heaven"s prays, all I"m tryna do, praise him, praise im
Heaven"s prays, all I"m wanna do, praise him, my lord
[Verse 1: Game]
n**** I ain"t pastor Mason yo
[n**** patting rhyme, peach Ciroc, Ace and y"all?]
And since I got good taste and all
This for all the bad b****** couldn"t wait to get they braces off
I know we in church, and the way that I"m thinking wrong
But inside the bible is the perfect way to sneak my phone
But I don"t wanna do that, I came to take the service in
And stare at all the women who brought they Louis purses in
Bad b****** in here, forgive me for my sins
I ain"t meant to walk inside the church cursing again
I wanna live righteous and you know I love Jesus
But you can"t catch the holy ghost in the Prius
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Game]
Lookin' 'round the church like what that n**** doing here
He prolly told on somebody, posed to be doing years
But who am I to judge a n****
AR don"t wanna go to church, I can"t budge the n****
But I love the n****, so I"ma go for both us
And put these G Star slacks with these Louie loafers
He rather sit outside and listen to Hova
But the service jumping, the pastor serving my mimosas
And all this a** in here, how do I focus
Collection plate buldging d*** pastor you the coldest
My envelope stay swollen
So I"ma count my blessings now, somebody hold this
[Hook]
Staring in the row behind me, man these fat hoes is too cheap
Ain"t paying they t**hes, taking up 2 seats
And look at God"s house, pack full of sinners
With the sun ride service, now they back for the dinners
Yeah I know the chicken good but your soul ain"t
And your outfit clean but your nose ain"t
And I suppose ain"t nobody a liar in here
If that was true, the whole chruch would be on fire in here
I"m so glad we have a choir in here
To wake me up everytime I get tired in here
And one thing"s for sure, gotta praise the Lord
Cause when I went to Undefeated, they still had my fours
Fell to the floor like
[Hook]