Thi’sl, DJ Mykael V, Bizzle, Eshon Burgundy - Bar Cave lyrics

Yo you already know who it is!
It's yo' boy, DJ Mykael V god always!
Who said that we couldn't bring
The East Coast, Midwest
And West Coast together?
Reppin' the Midwest (yeah)
St louis, Missouri get 'em, Thi'sl!

They gotta care how many whips you got
Bands you got
When my little homie just got shot
My other little homie out
Here huggin' the block
Tryna feed his daughter
Out here duckin' the cops
He got two cases pendin'
Gotta see his PO tomorrow
And the chance is he 'bout to get sentenced
He told me that, you know
He startin' to look like food
'Cause he starvin' out here, homie
Better tuck them jewels (yeah)
I ain't go to church 'cause I was scared
(nah) and I ain't go to church
'cause I was broke even (nah)
I went when I learned Jesus really
Had a problem with my sin
How I was livin', it was so evil (ahhhhhh)
And I was bound to get my soul ethered
I was out here killin' off my own people
(yeah) that's when I walked through the fire
I came outta the other side now I'm
Sent back to go lead 'em

Philly, stand up! (hallelujah) 215! (yeah)
Eshon Burgundy!

I was lookin' for the perfect moment
To start a trappin' career
The one the plug trusted
My pure actions were rare
Just wanted to hold a gun to
At least clap in the air
But the dope boy said, "Chill
" and kept comin' at me for prayer
Anointed as a child
Appointed as a adolescent growin' up
Always throwin' up my hands
And actin' aggressive
17, I just got peaceful, grew my dreadlocks
Thankin' God that I never had a PO
Then all my friends start carryin' work
The cars got more exotic
Day-to day I would ride in it
And narcotics presented with razor
Blades to divide it
I never tried to defend it
In the midst of likeness, i was honest
19, this girl invited me to church
I was only like 2 steps
From finally puttin' the work
The Lord saved me then, my life was crazy
Man it's even crazier now and I'm really
The lost and the found

So you thought we was finished?
You thought we was done? Cali, stand up!
West Coast, stand up!
Mr god Over Money himself! (Bizzle)
Talk to 'em, Bizzle!

God Over Money till my heart cave
Welcome to the bar cave
Finna bring change to the game like a arcade
Walk in the booth like Charles in a pool
Beer pong on the roof
Got 'em liftin' up they bar game
Asked what to spit, he said, "Just go, dawg"
Got me loc'd off in this joint like I'm O-Dog
Oh Lord, He told me to go hard
Duck, I'm a grown father
Handlebars, monkey bars, broke bars
My whole squad is dope and no
Our hope was poked through
Got holes in both arms
I know they told you we was so calm
No, we ready for war, it's so called
Loose jeans and hoodies
Lead firin' like I was sent by Him
To crush this Empire of Cookies
Don't push me, straight outta the Westside
To death I rep for nothin' less
And nobody but the Messiah, bizzle