't! You have to go to church! [Kenny:] But mom, I really want to see this movie! [Kenny's mom:] Fine! You go ahead and miss church! But when you die and
know his mother tried His arms tied, I'm tryna teach dude to touch the sky But still shorty wild Turned on by 40 cals Was young never saw me wild, clutch
in the second degree Made it less cuz I gave 'em a plea That's the past, now a dude home tryna clean up his past When all niggaz kno me for is the past
was spotless and we all dirty That's why we need a Holy God to wash us [Chorus:] I did it for you I opened up my life and shared my life So that you can see we all
aint got no horror story God kept me as a buck I give him all the glory, In high school all the pretty girls ignored me called me church boy, I wasn?
Black Republican Nah I Can't Call It, More Like A Black Democrat Runnin Outta Office(Get Out), Young Baraka Obama I'm All For It, Tha Rock Of Gebaulter
up Somebody got a problem with Hov' Whassup y'all niggaz all fed up cause I got a little cheddar and my records movin out the sto'? Young fucks spittin at me, young
Already got expelled for wearin a trenchcoat All I ever seen is.. {violence, violence} Told me to keep silent, stepped back in my eyelids It's apparent that my parents weren't parents at all
m popping bottles every hour, making Erkles mad I left the scene, swerved past in a purple Jag You heard of trap, ladies love me you perverted fags I rock the house like it's church
as her high faded, shorty felt violated So she stopped gettin' high all the damn time Only person she could talk to was her grandmom Now every Sunday she be goin' to church
[talking:] Listen, tell y'all bout my side of town Just like, your side of town My side of town Where haters jackers, and police ride around Watch where
50 But Who Gon Fuck Wit Me Im Young But Im Deadly Like A Pit When I Here Sick Picture My Old Mane Feed Me All That Talk At All Dont Mean Nothin My Goose
my word on the stack of bibles I don't know who did it I don't know who responsible All I know who spittin all I know who givin Me all this cash, just
I'm a cool ass dude Ask any real nigga round, he'll tell you the truth And nothin' but the truth like my nigga Young Dre G. Malone, Mystro, E. Whyte and
my dog as my witness Tried to act church girl religious She had a hit list Bad business lucky what if syphillis Or the monster What you got that all
real things aight So let me get to the first page and Ill break it down like this Chapter one [Lil Fame] I was a young child, lost, went to church on