No Dope on Sundays (feat. Pusha T)

The call has gone out, responses have come

And we bless God for our brother who's given God his life

Is there anything you'd like to say on behalf?

Lord send an angel, watch over my own

I came not to call the righteous, but the sinners to repentance

Lord send an angel, watch over my own

Luke 5:32, they say gangsters don't pray, I beg to differ

Lord send an angel, watch over my own

We pray every night

We pray every night to make it out of these struggles

We pray all the time to make it out of this hell that we stuck in (CyHi!)

Lord send an angel, watch over my own

Real gangsters don't wanna be in the streets

We was stuck out here 'cause we ain't got no choice

Who gon' pray for us?

Yeah, no dope on Sundays

That's only if you really out here getting money

No dope on Sundays

You know the trap back boomin' Monday

But no dope on Sundays

When you out here dirty, this the day you do the laundry

No dope on Sundays

But any other day, it's rain, sleet or sunny

Nah, I ain't a street ****, just a **** in the street

Any other day than Sunday, I can get you what you need

I'm talking like a couple keys, want the mid, come fuck with me

Pounds of kush, come hustle these, the cars we push is luxury

Oh, I heard you want the lean, nah, that's not my cup of tea

But I can pull a few strings, let me work my puppetry, huh

Anything from crack to puppy food

Why you think I bank with Chase? I'm everywhere the money move

My Hyundai Cruz making plays, my operation running smooth

Brought a tool just in case these **** in a grumpy mood

Oh, I heard they 'bout that gunplay, cool, we 'bout that gunplay, too

My rendezvous made the front page news, I like my hundreds blue

Chucking Jewels, taking strippers out of town on honeymoons

Leave they kids with they grandma so they go to Sunday school

My **** hit my phone and said he need a hundred cool

I said, "Let me hit my folks, but you know the only rule"

No dope on Sundays

That's only if you really out here getting money

No dope on Sundays

You know the trap back boomin' Monday

But no dope on Sundays

When you out here dirty, this the day you do the laundry

No dope on Sundays

But any other day, it's rain, sleet, or sunny

I been in the streets since sixteen, ya dig?

How many zips in a elbow is sixteen, ya dig?

**** seem to forget how much clean I done hid

Remember sneaking in the club with the thing-a-ma-jig

My OG pulled up on the scene in a wig

When you running from the feds, you can't be seen by the pigs

Y'all don't know all the things I seen and I did

Being in the dope game was never my dream as a kid

But I got better plans though, ain't nowhere I can't go

Trip to Amsterdam, I telegram my Netherland hoes

Boy, I'm living off my art like I'm selling Van Goghs

I'm all about the cream, I got Method Man goals

My dawgs just left the bando, so hater, never stand close

Before my partner up the Sig and leave you second-hand smoked

I'ma reign all year, so let the weatherman know

In all the ghettos of America all the way to Redan Road, no dope on Sundays

Lex Luger on the beat so what the fuck you think?

I work the graveyard shift, that's how we made our chips

Bunch of AR clips, I pull this K, y'all dip

Where the young **** die, we live our days in dog years

Boosie Badazz, I'm down to catch a fade if y'all is

We was the type to shoot a **** dead, pray that y'all live

So we can swing by your house and come and spray at y'all crib

Had the trap on Cleveland Ave by the K-Mart, bitch

I brought them bags to the hood and made 'em slang our shit

In Atlanta, y'all don't know how good my face card is

Turned the Racetrack on Bouldercrest to a baseball field

It's safe to say it's all real but all my scars is all healed

'Cause I been stabbed in the back more times than Paul Pierce

But enough about my past, it's time to save our kids

So our sons will never have to live the way we all did

If you trappin', ****, trap to send your daughter off to college

If you trappin', ****, trap to get your mother out the projects

If you trappin', ****, trap to get yo' people out the streets

Oh, you trappin' just to be trappin'? Oh, you trappin' for these freaks?

But if you a real trap ****, do me one favor

And tell all my partners in Decatur no dope on Sundays

I work the graveyard shift, that's how we made our chips

Bunch of AR clips, I pull this K, y'all dip

Where the young **** die, we live our days in dog years

Boosie Badazz, I'm down to catch a fade if y'all is

Started out trappin', tryna get the new Bo's

Then I realized what it did for them hoes

When I recognized what you did to your nose

I couldn't justify what I did to my bro

Fed an addiction, I just let it snow

Failed my religion, I couldn't let it go

Fell in addiction, I just chased the glow

See, you don't need the drums when you just talking what you know

See what I seen, **** snitching on the low

**** coming home, **** out here acting like you owe

The truth is you love 'em, but they putting on a show

You gotta cash 'em out and validate to everyone they know

Time's changing, it's hard for some to grow

And the conversations are no longer, "Man, we 'bout to blow"

I wanna see you back up on your feet and that's fa'sho'

The whole city know I've done enough, so there's no mo', Push

I work the graveyard shift, that's how we made our chips

Bunch of AR clips, I pull this K, y'all dip

Where the young **** die, we live our days in dog years

Boosie Badazz, I'm down to catch a fade if y'all is

I'm glad you gave me this shit with like no drums

I just wanted to, like, I was tryna make it as conversational

As possible 'cause it's just conversation

CyHi The Prynce, my **** for life, Push

But Peter said unto him, "Thy money perish with thee

Because thou hast thought that the gift of God

May be purchased with money", Acts 8:20