No Church In The Wild
Yall hustle hard i hustle smart/
Too many chasing a dollar, while I'm swiping the card/
And while y'all warring over the true name of our God/
I done said my prayers before I'm back to hustle hard/
Old rappers talking bout they hay-day/
Well tell em they need to make way/
Cause mu'fucka this is my day/
No disrespect but I'm too stubborn and stuck in my ways/
To listen to what they still say/
Even though the bullshit they kick/
done flicked my bic/
And created a dude truly born sick/
They porno act, blatantly fake it/
I can't take it/
I won't take it/
Gotta make it/
Ima fight until I make it/
Till then I'ma spark the lighter start the fire/
Continue to throw wood and stoke till it becomes a bonfire/
Till I take the thrown when jay and nas retire/
Too many niggas is puppets they all hanging from a wire/
So few of us get chance to deliver our message through the wire/
They say Shut up and keep your words upbeat and cheery/
If it's all good, then it's not hood in theory/
I fear that people won't listen even if they hear-me/
Cause I lack the lavish style/
Relax breathe it in and out, my champed Black and Mild/
Gorilla with a Jesus piece in the jungle, still looking for some kind of church in the wild/
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