Jarren Benton, Joyner Lucas, Locksmith - Tec In The Church lyrics
[Jarren Benton, Joyner Lucas, Locksmith - Tec In The Church lyrics]
Hopsin put me on in this bitch
I wish you the best fam
I was thinking 'bout murking the
Whole staff of Def Jam
Niggas sleeping on me like
A muthafucking craftmatic counted me out
Guess these faggots bad at they mathematics
Cursing God like "why the fuck
You take my brother?"
Prescription pills to coke
Guess I love the feel of these uppers
Arguing niggas cause Pac wasn't
In my top five you don't fuck with me hoe
You die from carbon monoxide
The small talk, my blood pressure boiling
If I wanna shoot this shit
I pop this pistol at the toilet
A new year, fuck this nice guy shit
If you ain't rocking with my clique
Nigga bite my dick blegh
And Lord knows I keep something by the torso
As long as my baby's straight
Fuck y'all award show
Praying on my downfall
Want my soul to leave the earth
Put a hole in a nigga's chest
Just like a Yeezy shirt
I'mma feed the needy first
Ill nigga, need a nurse
I ain't forget you bitches just spat on
Me when you seen me hurt
Hey we done been to hell
I'm wishing my niggas well
Threw my nigga something on his books
When he was sitting in jail
Time flies like looking good, nigga true
Cashing checks doing the Soulja Boy
Nigga youuu!
Niggas dying over repping they turf
Never know
So I'm praying with my Tec in the church
So they praying on my downfall
Nigga praying on my downfall
Bout to knock a nigga crown off
Knock a nigga crown off
Oh Lord I wish a nigga would
Wish a nigga 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
Niggas reppin' they turf never know
So I'm praying with my tec in the church
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 niggas yap about violence
I'm biased to they raps
I’m here to rescue you
Destitute spilling out of your
Breaths of truth
Only benefit's who is honest
That’s how you execute
Watch who you pillow talk with
That’s how they retribute
These bitches 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
So they praying on my downfall
Nigga praying on my downfall
Bout to knock a nigga crown off
Knock a nigga crown off
Oh Lord I wish a nigga would
Wish a nigga 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
Niggas reppin' they turf never know
So I'm praying with my tec in the church
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 is you, Pac? The is you
Biggie? I never get love from the city
I never got shit, 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 fucking nuts
Word to Karen Civil, you fucking slut
You’s just a thot and your mouth
Is as loose as your twat
I know who is you not
Fuck you and that Louis you got
With my money taking vacations and
Sucking noodles and cocks
They got proof you a fraudulent fuck
With a Vince Carter neck
Crooked weave and some funny tit's
And the face of a lumpy
My nigga fuck this bitch
Shit, 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 fuck 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 hearses
Get froggy, you's just a hermit
Bitch go get your hair did
How old is that shit?
I should wrap my dick around you
And make you choke that shit, bitch
So they praying on my downfall
Nigga praying on my downfall
Bout to knock a nigga crown off
Knock a nigga crown off
Oh Lord I wish a nigga would
Wish a nigga 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
Niggas reppin' they turf never know
So I'm praying with my tec in the church
I wish you the best fam
I was thinking 'bout murking the
Whole staff of Def Jam
Niggas sleeping on me like
A muthafucking craftmatic counted me out
Guess these faggots bad at they mathematics
Cursing God like "why the fuck
You take my brother?"
Prescription pills to coke
Guess I love the feel of these uppers
Arguing niggas cause Pac wasn't
In my top five you don't fuck with me hoe
You die from carbon monoxide
The small talk, my blood pressure boiling
If I wanna shoot this shit
I pop this pistol at the toilet
A new year, fuck this nice guy shit
If you ain't rocking with my clique
Nigga bite my dick blegh
And Lord knows I keep something by the torso
As long as my baby's straight
Fuck y'all award show
Praying on my downfall
Want my soul to leave the earth
Put a hole in a nigga's chest
Just like a Yeezy shirt
I'mma feed the needy first
Ill nigga, need a nurse
I ain't forget you bitches just spat on
Me when you seen me hurt
Hey we done been to hell
I'm wishing my niggas well
Threw my nigga something on his books
When he was sitting in jail
Time flies like looking good, nigga true
Cashing checks doing the Soulja Boy
Nigga youuu!
Niggas dying over repping they turf
Never know
So I'm praying with my Tec in the church
So they praying on my downfall
Nigga praying on my downfall
Bout to knock a nigga crown off
Knock a nigga crown off
Oh Lord I wish a nigga would
Wish a nigga 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
Niggas reppin' they turf never know
So I'm praying with my tec in the church
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 niggas yap about violence
I'm biased to they raps
I’m here to rescue you
Destitute spilling out of your
Breaths of truth
Only benefit's who is honest
That’s how you execute
Watch who you pillow talk with
That’s how they retribute
These bitches 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
So they praying on my downfall
Nigga praying on my downfall
Bout to knock a nigga crown off
Knock a nigga crown off
Oh Lord I wish a nigga would
Wish a nigga 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
Niggas reppin' they turf never know
So I'm praying with my tec in the church
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 is you, Pac? The is you
Biggie? I never get love from the city
I never got shit, 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 fucking nuts
Word to Karen Civil, you fucking slut
You’s just a thot and your mouth
Is as loose as your twat
I know who is you not
Fuck you and that Louis you got
With my money taking vacations and
Sucking noodles and cocks
They got proof you a fraudulent fuck
With a Vince Carter neck
Crooked weave and some funny tit's
And the face of a lumpy
My nigga fuck this bitch
Shit, 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 fuck 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 hearses
Get froggy, you's just a hermit
Bitch go get your hair did
How old is that shit?
I should wrap my dick around you
And make you choke that shit, bitch
So they praying on my downfall
Nigga praying on my downfall
Bout to knock a nigga crown off
Knock a nigga crown off
Oh Lord I wish a nigga would
Wish a nigga 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
Niggas reppin' they turf never know
So I'm praying with my tec in the church
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