No Church lyrics

[Intro]
This is the f*cking sh*t I be talking about
Half rapping ass motherf*ckers
You think it's a game?
You think it's a f*cking game?
Come on

[Verse 1]
You know how it go
For life my n*gga, on site my n*gga
Die slow, my n*gga
Copy? Ten four my n*gga
Real n*gga on line
And I came just in time
You gotta go get yours, but I can scrap with mine
Motherf*cker don't play with me, water grenade with me
And an A.K. with me, all day with me
And I got stones, a pocket full of dough's
And I got hoes, a couple of them yours
Hold up, M.M.G
That's murder, mayhem, god dammit that's me
C, C, C
Carol City Cartel, go hard here for the feat
f*ck how you feel
Give a f*ck who you is, what you bout, what you done, who you killed
I set it off on any motherf*cker out here
That's word to every motherf*cker not here
I can smell the money, Makaveli money
Bounty on your brain, that's psychedelic money
I don't ask if I could, I'm good
Shoot, putting down at your baby mama crib like a brute
It's a medellin thing, coke amphetamine thing
Four four loaded, next to the King James
Low life, my n*ggas are sting rays
Hey, mom tied to the string rakes
One time for the inmates
My n*gga B-Boy, my n*gga V-Ray
My n*gga Caino, they gon' be straight
This for the robbers, shaking all the cops on the E-way
[Outro x4]
No church for the rats n*gga, n*gga