Hello?

See I′m sittin' down in my whip and I′m justTryna figure out how I can go to church as I is, I mean as I am

I'm not a bad guy, I've been tellin′ all of my partners, "It ain′t no scam"

Even when I got jammed up, I told the lady cop, "Yes ma'am"

And I just had a court case

Why you judgin′ me too?

There ain't even what the Bible say you supposed to love me too

I was in the mud, you supposed to pull me up

You just dragged me through

I was poppin′ all the pills

You ain't pray for me

You just drugged me too

Comin′ up

I was bumpin' that Cross Movement

They was callin' it thuggin′ music

Gospel gangsta, when I′m walkin' in

You want the fake daps and fake hugs music

When they hear the strip club music

They gon′ gеt the instrumental

If I play "Fettuccinе" for the strippers

I bet they get real sentimental, uh

Life is like a box of colored pencils

And tryna write the rules with no utensils

You lookin' so stupid, plain and simple

You might as well vandalize the temple

You might as well go to Heaven and tell God

"Move, step aside, allow me" (Pssh)

That′s crazy

You ain't finna get strucked ′round me

And I know Christ died for us, but that ain't make you king

I put it on angel wings

I'm ten

Why you give me the run-around?

We on the same team

Why you keep crabbin′ on my lifestyle?

That′s Eugene, see, look

I don't wanna just walk around

Feelin′ sad inside, that's blue genes

Yeah, I don′t care if y'all sittin′ there watchin' me

That's you stream

I don′t care about your made-up philosophy

I read Proverbs, fool

What you mean

"Get up off the stage, right now"?

You came to my concert, fool

It ain′t even gotta be like this

But I'm fed up, man

They be sayin′ I'm prideful when

I got my head up, man

Why you tryna come fight me?

You ain′t even squared up, man

I don't want no smoke ′cause

The gang might tear it up, man

I feel like, now, I feel like my spiritual walk

Is a lot better than where it was

I think because I did grow up in the church and I had this

It was like this pressure to go every Sunday

Yeah, uh, ayy

No church in a while, God

Please help out your child

I'm pandemic to my limits and they treatin' me so foul

I was tryna help my people feel like Moses for a minute

But these people call me fake and tell they children not to listen

I thought we was family

I thought we was kin, deeper than our skin

I thought we was blood

Covered by it for our deepest sins

I ain′t been to church in quite a min′

Partially because I'm nervous

That these folks won′t let me in

I be feelin' like they hate me

And lately they twist my words up to bait me

And I try to dispel the rumors

But all that′s drivin' me crazy

But if I′m honest, there's some pastors who passionate 'bout my peace

I be wantin′ to blame the church but some of it reside with me

I′m finally open to try it, to tour a club or a church

After quarantine, I was like "Man, I'm good if I never search"

But I needed people like I need my senses

Hopefully, we find consensus

And we come to our senses

No church in a while