Who listens to music like that


Laid you in that box in that sharp ass suit
And I got ya nikkas spooked cause they see what the fukk it do
Boy Jesus couldn’t save himself and you think he gone save you nikka?
Act live, flatlines I laid ‘em down and wet’em up baptize
nikka I ain’t nothing new to this, it’s FGE we do this shyt
We be fly as a stewardess, but cross me like a crucifix
I’m back on that stupid shyt, shootin’ shyt believe that
Yo religion ain’t true as this
Pure common sense, boy that’s the thing that you lack
Just cause it’s published in a book, it doesn’t mean it’s a fact
Now listen, cause man we wasn’t allowed to read on them plantations
300 years, had my people growing impatient
Wanting to know what’s in that Bible and they can’t take it
Now let me tell you ‘bout the plan of a damn racist
Let’s teach these nikkas love who hate ‘em so they can’t say shyt
Whoever hits you, turn ya cheek, so they can’t face it
Edit the Bible before you show it to these L7’s
And this the shyt that y’all buying? Now clientele sell it
Your mind, still, is a slave, that’s how they jail cell it
This is America people, I call it Hell’s Heaven
