CORRECT LYRICS
Statik Selektah
[ConchezYout]
Uh, livin' in Weeksville, lookin' for cheap deals
Tryna save money but orderin' Uber Eats still
My son turned two, so you know he can't keep still
He bringin' me his bottle, ???, he need a refill
Stayin' close to God, deliver me from the evil
Niggas fake as Hell, but claimin' they love to be real
We ain't even drop, makin' money off the pre-sale
The battle was a uphill, accordin' to cousin Phil
Tryna make enough to say, "Fuck bills"
Clinical supply, orderin' mass called duck bills
I'ma tell you how I feel, that's me inside a nutshell
When I'm in the booth, nigga, it's like I'm liftin' dumbbells
Music been my life, and honestly, I'm havin' fun, still
I'ma do this shit until my soul is really fulfilled
She just hit my line, "What you doin'?," I'm like, come chill
People love to hate so much that I don't think that love's real
It's unreal, yeah
[Kota the Friend]
Let's take 'em to church
We gon' take you to church
Yo, let's take 'em to church
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Kota the Friend]
I'm on my Cree shit, never stressin' over a ex, that Michael V shit
Shout-out to the people that told me I'd never be shit
Been around the world three times, it ain't a secret
Life's gon' brake you, you gotta pick up the pieces
Dig deep, get that second wing
It's six feeter, I'ma get the wing
Never at the door, at my knees, screamin', "Let her sing"
Even when it's lookin' slow, cold and steady, cookin' up
I transmute that
The struggle like the neighbourhood thottie
We ran through that
Thank God we came out clean with brand new reps
Get it on your own, they tell you you can't do that
Life is lovely
Can't lose hope even when it get ugly
And when it's good, stay alert, never get comfy
Keep that fake energy away, don't touch me
I changed up, trust me, I can't stay hungry
Yeah
[Kota the Friend, ConchezYout]
So we gon' take you to church (Preach)
Yo, let's take 'em to church (Yeah)
So we gon' take 'em to church
Trust me, it get worse
Yeah
Lyrics : Church Shoes
Statik Selektah
[ConchezYout]
Uh, livin' in Weeksville, lookin' for cheap deals
Tryna save money but orderin' Uber Eats still
My son turned two, so you know he can't keep still
He bringin' me his bottle, ???, he need a refill
Stayin' close to God, deliver me from the evil
Niggas fake as Hell, but claimin' they love to be real
We ain't even drop, makin' money off the pre-sale
The battle was a uphill, accordin' to cousin Phil
Tryna make enough to say, "Fuck bills"
Clinical supply, orderin' mass called duck bills
I'ma tell you how I feel, that's me inside a nutshell
When I'm in the booth, nigga, it's like I'm liftin' dumbbells
Music been my life, and honestly, I'm havin' fun, still
I'ma do this shit until my soul is really fulfilled
She just hit my line, "What you doin'?," I'm like, come chill
People love to hate so much that I don't think that love's real
It's unreal, yeah
[Kota the Friend]
Let's take 'em to church
We gon' take you to church
Yo, let's take 'em to church
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Kota the Friend]
I'm on my Cree shit, never stressin' over a ex, that Michael V shit
Shout-out to the people that told me I'd never be shit
Been around the world three times, it ain't a secret
Life's gon' brake you, you gotta pick up the pieces
Dig deep, get that second wing
It's six feeter, I'ma get the wing
Never at the door, at my knees, screamin', "Let her sing"
Even when it's lookin' slow, cold and steady, cookin' up
I transmute that
The struggle like the neighbourhood thottie
We ran through that
Thank God we came out clean with brand new reps
Get it on your own, they tell you you can't do that
Life is lovely
Can't lose hope even when it get ugly
And when it's good, stay alert, never get comfy
Keep that fake energy away, don't touch me
I changed up, trust me, I can't stay hungry
Yeah
[Kota the Friend, ConchezYout]
So we gon' take you to church (Preach)
Yo, let's take 'em to church (Yeah)
So we gon' take 'em to church
Trust me, it get worse
Yeah
