Sunday School (feat. 38 Spesh & Jadakiss)

Mic, mic motherfucking check in this bitch

Mic check, one two

Ah, let's go, yeah, uh-huh

Ayo, Daringer, turn me up some

**** gotta feel this

I gotta hear myself

Yo, look, aye, look

**** ain't seen what I saw, a brick turn to a pot full of gold

Over that, spent my daughter's first birthday locked in the hole

Plot full of goals, came back stronger, I'm in control

Soft white from my block to the stove, not in a cone

Me and West like Stockton, Malone, Gotti, Capone

**** dressed like they copyin' hoes, papi, come on

Stop it, you know you not with the smoke, I get you loafed

In 'bout a year, how **** gon' deny me the throne?

Rappers y'all comparin' me to, **** scared of me, too

It make they heart beat faster just hearin' the truth

I stick my .40 out the window while I'm steerin' the coupe

We pull up to your front door if I'm hearin' ya, shoot

Let's go, they say we sold dope and did random actions of violence

Our neighbors in the 'burbs wanna hand us back to the projects

They say I'm on tour while the family package the product

Everybody gon' eat and I'm standin' next to that promise

Can't believe y'all when y'all talk about the guns y'all shot

And all the money runnin' to 'em and it's crumbs y'all got

Just let me know, come check with me when y'all want y'all shot

It's ten shooters in my hood for every one y'all got

Aye look, I had to dumb it down for ****

You gotta do that

It's like bringin' down the prices, you gotta move that

I was in the Feds with braids under the durag

I'ma volunteer to do ya if it come to that

I fuck with smart bitches, in the club, I caught bitches starin'

All these jewels got these hoes' train of thought slippin', uh

Brought a quarter thing back, that's a small mission

In the dark kitchen, all you hear is the fork clickin'

In the zone, lookin' through the holes of them yard fences

I'm dope, yeah, you know the flow from the park benches

Three things happen when you keep your torch, ****

Put in work, might sell it, or you gon' get caught with it, uh

Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick

Fiends still hit me when they dope sick

Cook with gas for the raw, so much glass on the floor

I got my bitch kitchen lookin' like I broke in

Let's go, quarter thing, half a thing, whole thing

Daydreamin', thinkin' 'bout cocaine

When the plug throw me action, I let my man quarterback it

Looked up and all that stackin' got us both paid

Real **** know

Only my real **** know

We ain't comfortable as y'all, nah

I been in way too many bang-outs and brushes with the law

My real **** know

Only my real **** know, yeah

We cook with gas for the raw, so much glass on the floor

I got my bitch kitchen lookin' like I broke in

Huh, yo, my bricks better than theirs, y'all better come pay dues

A extra gram jumpin' back for every one they lose

These **** borrowin' the guns they use, not me

I got my own stick like I'm 'bout to come play pool

Ride in the car with bricks, that's one brave move

I never did it, that's why my bitch one paid mule

**** say they want gunplay, cool

But they don't really wanna go there, It's like Sunday school

Them **** dead on arrival, don't question the title

No chance for survival, they ain't checkin' your vitals

A fast car, with a gun, tryna catch up to rivals

I got a Lamb' and a stick like I'm fresh out the Bible, huh

A young **** with Mexican idols

I just left from Ohio, we met up for Cinco de Mayo

Complexion for connection, I mail an albino

I went broke and sold wax like I'm sellin' a vinyl, huh

****, I know your type, you're not thorough

You can't come around unless you got a referral

You made a couple bucks, then you shop for your girl

Bought a bullshit watch, now you on top of the world, huh

Got a squad of all geniuses

I been in charge, but findin' a plug just gave me more leadership

No scales for the weed and bricks

They wholesale, only time we see scales, when we cleanin' fish

Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick

Fiends still hit me when they dope sick

Cook with gas for the raw, so much glass on the floor

I got my bitch kitchen lookin' like I broke in

Let's go, quarter thing, half a thing, whole thing

Daydreamin', thinkin' 'bout cocaine

When the plug throw me action, I let my man quarterback it

Looked up and all that stackin' got us both paid

Real **** know

Only my real **** know

We ain't comfortable as y'all, nah

I been in way too many bang-outs and brushes with the law

My real **** know

Only my real **** know, yeah

We cook with for the raw, so much glass on the floor

I got my bitch kitchen lookin' like I broke in

Yo, it's a shame what we did to the highway

Even worse, if we made it there safe when we pulled in the driveway

Three and a half whole ones gone by Friday

Now we ridin' back, smokin', listen to Sade

The dope's up in Maryland, the coke is in SC

We get it off the dock, the plug come on a jet ski

I hit my man up, see what's the ticket for ten

We right back Sunday night so we can flip it again

The whole town goin' crazy, a few slept on it

Still potent though, I only did a two-step on it

You ain't gotta be a genius or be deeply educated

Keep the money and the drugs completely separated

We ain't doin' no dumb shit, ****, we all smart

Same sweatsuit on, underclothes from Walmart

Nah, I ain't actin' crazy with them dudes

Got the diesel with the stamp that say, "Lady, sing the blues"

Got the coke comin' in like they seizin' on the news

If I'm winnin', what I look like gettin' even with you fools?

It's an occupation, if a **** get jammed

Hit his lawyer and his fam, then we move the operation

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