You (feat. Teyana Taylor)

Ah, tellin' me the things that you heard about

Nothin' good comes when you're searchin' for the wrong things

Somethin' feels off when I come around

Askin' me questions like, what do I believe in?

You, everyone's a saint till the church lets out

That goes for you too

Everything ain't perfect, but I do it for

Who is you to judge me?

Just 'cause I'm drunk and stumblin' out the club

Me, her, and her girlfriend

Ain't nobody perfect but the Lord

You always quick to point out my flaws when I was leavin' out yours

Here's a message little girls, little boy

You could be the dirtiest motherfucker in the world, but have morals

Don't let nobody give you nothin', 'less you work for it

Ladies, get an education, you ain't gotta twerk for it

You know the Lord sent you a sign, don't ignore it

And that's whether you study from the Bible, or Quran, or the Torah

We original, indigenous, God among men

It's two things that's yours, your body and your sin

Gotta claim 'em, just like these so-called conservatives

Fight against the rights of homosexuals

Then go home and play with little kid

Shit, I promised all the shit that I'd ever did

Was to move out and leave out the hood

And keep me from trappin', not up the river

Huh, and my testimony, my testament

All the bullshit that I seen happen in life turned me into a pessimist

I'm cynical, yeah, I learned life is all about principal

You so judgmental 'cause your miserable

And my inner peace ain't expendable

Tellin' me the things that you heard about (Heard about)

Nothin' good comes when you're searchin' for the wrong things

Somethin' feels off when I come around (Yeah)

Askin' me questions like, what do I believe in?

You, everyone's a saint till the church lets out

That goes for you too

Everything ain't perfect, but I do it for

I never seen nobody end up in the right place

Worried 'bout the wrong thing

So, in tri'lation, bet' do your own thing

See, some of my partners trap and some of 'em gang bang

Some of 'em snort powder, ju' barely maintain

No fucking with the Cali, got to grease the fist

Came home with a diploma, got a job making pennies

Homie like me who ain't finished high school

Dropped out and went to prison

Still ended up runnin multi-million dollar businesses

Huh, man if I tell you shit I knew about

You can tell the difference between me reflectin', and tryin' to glorify

'Cause most the time, this shit be borderline outta line (Outta line)

And you just wanna monetize

Only focus on the bottom line (Bottom line)

When it deeper than that (Yeah)

We here to analyze life and hope the people connect (Yeah)

We not just out here sellin' reefer, find the cheaper connect

Ju' waitin' on Tip to spit some shit again a G could respect (Yeah)

Tellin' me the things that you heard about (Heard about)

Nothin' good comes when you're searchin' for the wrong things

Somethin' feels off when I come around

Askin' me questions like, what do I believe in?

You, everyone's a saint till the church lets out

That goes for you too

Everything ain't perfect, but I do it for

Uh, all for you-whoa

Yeah, you see the shit they missin' today is the G-code

You know, what we did, we did out of lack of options, you know

But we stick to a code

You win, you lose, but you abide by that code

You dig what I'm sayin'?