Church / Liquor Store - SABA, Noname

Oooh, ahhh

Oooh, ahhh

They ask you what’s the cause and effect

Of doobies packed in they fat

Now you calling collect, they booby trapping the trap

The police pulling a pulley, you’ll fall for it you silly

Putty you outta shape, fuck running, you’ll catch a case

I can’t relate to half of my relatives

My genetics is felony, buying low and reselling it

They told me tell a story, I’m like «Why not mine?»

Shit everybody taking pictures, I’m like «Why not Vine?»

And growin' from the ground up, it look like I’m a vine

It’s rarity in my realness, yeah I’m a fine, diamond in the rough type

Rough type, roughhouse in a roadhouse like rugby

Lovely, when you hit a lick little kick like Chun-Li

Funny, kids that I hoop with all in county

Counting, black bodies hunt 'em down look like bounties

Bound to, be on the block a little while longer

They your homies, this what home is

What don’t kill ya make ya stronger

Call Obama, Jesus, Yeezus, he can save Chicago

From the demons and the deacons when it’s the end

Yeah, dodged precincts since pre-teens

Let’s pretend we privileged not deceased, addicted

It look like funeral home, church, church, liquor store

Corner store, dread-head, deadly, ditto

10−4, ten foes from Cicero to Central

Was told, «Let it go,"didn't know who to hit though

Now that’s church, barber shop, bottle I got

From the liquor store on Cicero, I ain’t 21, but he didn’t know

Bad habits of wrong places at wrong times

A stray bullet’ll take your first-born like the Tenth Plague

I’m the new Pharoah, my phone line

Forever open for prayer, the fallen soldiers ain’t fell

They in my pen, and I do thank God

They say preach like Cooley High

From beginning to end, that’s Alpha and Omega

My city the same ghost that made Lupe cry

Soon’s you loosen up your grip you lost, then lose your life

I loosen a dread from every time I gotta wash the cigarette smoke

From outta my head, like how I’m not dead

Going on 20 soon, they say I changed, that’s a fitting room

I’m still the same kid that didn’t speak when we were in the school

I just got a mic now, I turned to a real nigga

I just knocked the white gal, and fuck who you think I sound

Like, I’m a legend in the making like the director’s cut

Of I Am Legend and I’m fed up with the fuck comparison

These niggas don’t got the truth that y’all want, do they?

Think I’m lyin'?

Then plan a trip to Chicago today

I was 15, they was fucking with me

There’s no logic in love, but there’s no love in the streets

It look like funeral home, church, church, liquor store

Corner store, dread-head, deadly, ditto

Sillou… -ette!

Chalk outline, sketch!

It’s not safe outside when they want your neck

Now that’s church, barber shop, bottle I got

From the liquor store on Cicero, I ain’t 21, but he didn’t know

They sold, they sold

They sold prison the way they pipeline, systematically lifeline

Erase all niggas, they so bulletproof from the law

Law abiding citizen shot, Willie Lynch do crack now

Made the new letters shiny, now we pray King Kunta

I hope the grave don’t find me, I do my E&J kindly

I do my time when it’s timely

Sometimes the bible tastes like marmalade

My momma still sipping

Politician owe Donald Duck a quacking new kitchen

They kept the melting pot inside the slave plot, watch

They gentrified your neighborhood no needs for cops, watch

Look at the yoga pants, coffee shops and yogurt stands

Consumerism, holy land

And on the other hand my momma land

It look like funeral home, church, church, liquor store

Corner store, dread-head, deadly-…

Man, give them people hell bro… on life, let 'em know how you feelin', yo,

let 'em know what’s going on, bro

Free us, every chance you get, free my nigga Marl

Free Jimmy… Fresh, yo, Frillz, yo

Let 'em know yo, keep us alive out there in them verses yo

On a real bro… aayt love bro, take care bro

Tell my brother, tell Fresh I said I love him

Tell him when you see Squeaky, tell him I love him

Tell your bro n’em I said wassup, I salute you bro

You sent old girl them pictures right?

Aayt, flat bro, I love you bro,

I’ma talk to you in a minute bro…

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