CyHi, Pusha T - No Dope on Sundays lyrics

The call has gone out, responses have come
And we bless God for our brother
Who's given God his life
Is there anything you'd like
To say on behalf?
Lord send an angel, watch over my own
I came not to call the righteous
But the sinners to repentance
Lord send an angel, watch over my own
Luke 5: 32, they say gangsters don't pray –
I beg to differ
Lord send an angel, watch over my own
We pray every night
We pray every night to make
It out of these struggles
We pray all the time to make it out
Of this hell that we stuck in (CyHi)
Lord send an angel, watch over my own
Real gangsters don't wanna be in the streets
We was stuck out here 'cause
We ain't got no choice who gon' pray for us?

Yeah, no dope on Sundays
That's only if you really
Out here getting money no dope on Sundays
You know the trap back boomin' Monday
But no dope on Sundays
When you out here dirty
This the day you do the laundry
No dope on Sundays
But any other day it's rain, sleet or sunny

Nah I ain't a street nigga
Just a nigga in the street
Any other day than Sunday I can
Get you what you need
I'm talking like a couple keys, want the mid
Come fuck with me
Pounds of kush, come hustle these
The cars we push is luxury
Oh I heard you want the lean
Nah that's not my cup of tea
But I can pull a few strings
Let me work my puppetry, huh
Anything from crack to puppy food
Why you think I bank with Chase?
I'm everywhere the money move
My Hyundai Cruz making plays
My operation running smooth
Brought a tool just in case these
Niggas in a grumpy mood
Oh I heard they 'bout that gunplay, cool
We 'bout that gunplay too
My rendezvous made the front page news
I like my hundreds blue chucking Jewels
Taking strippers out of town on honeymoons
Leave they kids with they grandma so
They go to Sunday school
My nigga hit my phone and said
He need a hundred cool
I said "Let me hit my folks
But you know the only rule"

No dope on Sundays that's only if you really
Out here getting money no dope on Sundays
You know the trap back boomin' Monday
But no dope on Sundays
When you out here dirty
This the day you do the laundry
No dope on Sundays
But any other day it's rain, sleet, or sunny

I been in the streets since 16, ya dig?
How many zips in a elbow is 16, ya dig?
Niggas seem to forget how much
Clean I done hid
Remember sneaking in the club
With the thing-a ma-jig
My OG pulled up on the scene in a wig
When you running from the feds
You can't be seen by the pigs
Y'all don't know all the things
I seen and I did
Being in the dope game was never
My dream as a kid
But I got better plans though
Ain't nowhere I can't go trip to Amsterdam
I telegram my Netherland hoes
Boy I'm living off my art
Like I'm selling Van Goghs
I'm all about the cream
I got Method Man goals
My dawgs just left the bando, so hater
Never stand close
Before my partner up the Sig and
Leave you second hand smoked
I'ma reign all year
So let the weatherman know
In all the ghettos of America all
The way to Redan Road no dope on Sundays

Lex Luger on the beat so
What the fuck you think?

I work the graveyard shift
That's how we made our chips
Bunch of AR clips, I pull this K, y'all dip
Where the young niggas die
We live our days in dog years boosie Badazz
I'm down to catch a fade if y'all is

We was the type to shoot a nigga
Dead and pray that y'all live
So we can swing by your house and
Come and spray at y'all crib
Had the trap on Cleveland Ave by the K-Mart
Bitch i brought them bags to the hood
And made 'em slang our shit
In Atlanta y'all don't know how
Good my face card is
Turned the Racetrack on Bouldercrest
To a baseball field
It's safe to say it's all real but
All my scars is all healed
'Cause I been stabbed in the back
More times than Paul Pierce
But enough about my past
It's time to save our kids
So our sons will never have to
Live the way we all did
If you trappin' nigga
Trap to send your daughter off to college
If you trappin' nigga
Trap to get your mother out the projects
If you trappin' nigga
Trap to get yo' people out the streets
Oh you trappin' just to be trappin'?
Oh you trappin' for these freaks?
But if you a real trap nigga, do me one favor
And tell all my partners in Decatur
No dope on Sundays

I work the graveyard shift
That's how we made our chips
Bunch of AR clips, I pull this K, y'all dip
Where the young niggas die
We live our days in dog years boosie Badazz
I'm down to catch a fade if y'all is

Started out trappin', tryna get the new Bo's
Then I realized what it did for them hoes
When I recognized what you did to your nose
I couldn't justify what I did to my bro
Fed an addiction, I just let it snow
Failed my religion, I couldn't let it go
Fell in addiction, I just chased the glow
See you don't need the drums when
You just talking what you know
See what I seen, nigga snitching on the low
Niggas coming home
Niggas out here acting like you owe
The truth is you love 'em but
They putting on a show
You gotta cash 'em out and
Validate to everyone they know
Time's changing, it's hard for some to grow
And the conversations are no longer "Man
We 'bout to blow" i wanna see you back up on
Your feet and that's fa'sho'
The whole city know I've done
Enough so there's no mo' push

I work the graveyard shift
That's how we made our chips
Bunch of AR clips, I pull this K, y'all dip
Where the young niggas die
We live our days in dog years boosie Badazz
I'm down to catch a fade if y'all is

I'm glad you gave me this
Shit with like no drums
I just wanted to, like
I was tryna make it as conversational
As possible 'cause it's just conversation
CyHi The Prynce, my nigga for life, Push
But Peter said unto him
"Thy money perish with thee
Because thou hast thought that
The gift of God
May be purchased with money" Acts 8: 20