Bambu - Sermon lyrics

I can piece a rap together
Faster than the average
And every word together's like a
Sermon when I'm rapping
Soul Assassin from the land
Of prison fashion, got a shank too
And cops patrol the block to keep us safe
But no thank you
Me and all my people in a beat up
Rusty Regal
Eyes red from the, bunch of rowdy Filipinos
Drinking beer like it was water
Might partake in marijuana
But regardless we wake up and go
To work like our poppas
Simple living with the fridges something
Cooking in the fryer
Pretty women get belligerent
They smoke and get higher
Freedom fighter where the fire gets
Put out before it start
Everybody claim a gang but not
Everyone got the heart
Pour a little liquor out for
All our people gone away
Make a game like San Andreas feel
Like a slap in the face
Every drop of blood got traces
Of exhaust pipe smog
For all the way down in Watts
To your favorite rap blog

This shit bang, huh? I fucks wit it
This shit bang, huh? I fucks wit it
This shit bang, huh? I fucks wit it
This shit bang, huh? I fucks wit it
Now rap already

I hear 'em whisper, "Like that's Bam
He got a very bad temper
Spends his days raising the babies
Making ghetto living better"
I always put the critical
Eyeball on the issues
And rap like every bar come with
The recoil of a pistol
You little simple simpletons tripping
Off rap beef and Chicago murder rates keep
Piling up every week
While children seeing prison over unjust laws
I hear so-and-so has beef and
I'm thinking "Fuck y'all"
Pusha T from Virginia Beach
Wayne from New Orleans both cities in a rut
Which beef you think more important?
Make you pay for shit that you
Should definitely get for free
To preserve your basic needs they
Charge a nominal fee
I might charge for sixteens and
Fifteen for a show
But compensation for work is
What I'm rallying for
Not like I make the kind of
Money that will compromise my principles
If I can organize while
Collecting my residuals i'm good bruh

I fucks wit it this shit bang, huh?
I fucks wit it i know
This shit bang, huh? I fucks wit it
This shit bang, huh? I fucks wit it
Girl I told you, play that shit

Yo that's on some West Coast shit
Fucking LA all day
Click-clack click-clack blllah

We out Chuck shout out to all
You motherfuckers with a gun