Tec In The Church lyrics

by

Chris Webby


[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
Hopsin put me on in this b*tch, I wish you the best fam
I was thinking 'bout murking the whole staff of Def Jam
n*ggas sleeping on me like a muthaf*cking craftmatic
Counted me out, guess these faggots bad at they mathematics
Cursing God like "why the f*ck You take my brother?"
Prescription pills to coke, guess I love the feel of these uppers
Arguing n*ggas cause Pac wasn't in my top five
You don't f*ck with me hoe, you die from carbon monoxide
f*ck the small talk, my blood pressure boiling
If I wanna shoot this sh*t, I pop this pistol at the toilet
A new year, f*ck this nice guy sh*t
If you ain't rocking with my clique, n*gga bite my di*k (blegh)
And Lord knows I keep something by the torso
As long as my baby's straight f*ck y'all award show
Praying on my downfall, want my soul to leave the earth
Put a hole in a n*gga's chest just like a Yeezy shirt
I'mma feed the needy first
Ill n*gga, need a nurse
I ain't forget you b*tches just spat on me when you seen me hurt
Hey we done been to hell, I'm wishing my n*ggas well
Threw my n*gga something on his books when he was sitting in jail
Time flies like looking good, n*gga true
Cashing checks doing the Soulja Boy, n*gga youuu!
n*ggas dying over repping they turf
Never know, so I'm praying with my Tec in the church
[Hook: Jarren Benton]
So they praying on my downfall
(n*gga praying on my downfall)
Bout to knock a n*gga crown off
(Knock a n*gga crown off)
Oh Lord I wish a n*gga would
(Wish a n*gga would)
Cup of Henny got me feelin' good
(Got me feelin' good)
Oh what a feelin' dog
(What a feelin' dog)
Bout to count a hundred million dog
(A hundred million dog)
Throw it up
n*ggas reppin' they turf
Never know
So I'm praying with my tec in the church

[Verse 2: Locksmith]
I was told to bring a tec to the church and a bible to the trap
The only method that’s vital for survival is a strap
My little cousin was murdered I was stifled by the act
So when these n*ggas yap about violence I'm biased to they raps
I’m here to rescue you
Destitute spilling out of your breaths of truth
Only benefits who is honest, that’s how you execute
Watch who you pillow talk with, that’s how they retribute
These b*tches use social media like a confession booth
Stay to myself, tread light, and keep my standards up
I was in a space financially where my hands were cuffed
I was in a space creatively where I had enough
Started releasing the music I made for myself so now the fans rush
Sunday mornings at St. John’s in Bay View
Young adolescents distorted we had the same view
Dice games in the basement repping our turf
Bumping Strange, you could say we had a tech in the church
[Hook]
So they praying on my downfall
(n*gga praying on my downfall)
Bout to knock a n*gga crown off
(Knock a n*gga crown off)
Oh Lord I wish a n*gga would
(Wish a n*gga would)
Cup of Henny got me feelin' good
(Got me feelin' good)
Oh what a feelin' dog
(What a feelin' dog)
Bout to count a hundred million dog
(A hundred million dog)
Throw it up
n*ggas reppin' they turf
Never know
So I'm praying with my tec in the church

[Verse 3: Joyner Lucas]
Okay, I'm ready to die
Brrra, you waving that tec in the sky
You ready or not?
I enter the block, leave all of you dead in a box
Who the f*ck is you, Pac?
The f*ck is you, Biggie? I never get love from the city
I never got sh*t, just a couple a titties
A couple a pennies and plenty of haters and tricks
Go fix your mouth before you get back handed
I'm from a bottled of rap planet where these hoes think I'm half-Spanish
The truth is I'm an Afghan, I'm half-black but I act frantic
I grab Xanax and pop Vikes and then make a crack sandwich
I'm mad at you
You would never keep your word, you're such a crook
I can't trust you, you'll say anything for a couple bucks
That's f*cking nuts
Word to Karen Civil, you f*cking sl*t
You’s just a thot and your mouth is as loose as your twat
I know who is you not, f*ck you and that Louis you got
With my money taking vacations and sucking noodles and c*cks
They got proof you a fraudulent f*ck with a Vince Carter neck
Crooked weave and some funny tits
And the face of a lumpy di*k, my n*gga f*ck this b*tch
sh*t, I hope my 50k was worth it
Or your pimping days are murdered, you done bit the blade on purpose
I know this gon' make you nervous
Who the f*ck did you encourage?
Hillary Clinton ain't gon' like this, she's standing next to a serpent
I'm standing next to your merchant
Writing curses in cursive all over your f*cking hearses
Get froggy, you's just a hermit
b*tch go get your f*cking hair did
How old is that sh*t?
I should wrap my di*k around you and make you choke that sh*t, b*tch
[Hook]
So they praying on my downfall
(n*gga praying on my downfall)
Bout to knock a n*gga crown off
(Knock a n*gga crown off)
Oh Lord I wish a n*gga would
(Wish a n*gga would)
Cup of Henny got me feelin' good
(Got me feelin' good)
Oh what a feelin' dog
(What a feelin' dog)
Bout to count a hundred million dog
(A hundred million dog)
Throw it up
n*ggas reppin' they turf
Never know
So I'm praying with my tec in the church
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