Sunday Sermon
Big Ghost LTD, Jae Skeese, Conway the Machine
Uh huh yo, yo, yo, yo, check
I told these niggas that I'm extra real
(What?) , Jordan 7 hit's (What?)
God level shit, this is heaven's tier
(Uh, huh) the man from metal gears
The biggest strength and shit (Haha)
Versus standin' for the storm
Like electric chair
Legends swell
Stack of bibles, I'm a fresh breath of air
(I'm that nigga)
Machine apply the most pressure here (Ha)
Wrist dancin' like fret of stairs
(You see this shit, right?)
Walk down on niggas like a set of stairs
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Clip full of bone crushers, nigga
We ain't never scarеd
(We ain't scared, nigga) oG ones
Thе pack in leather pair that
I've yet to wear (Ha ha ha)
Yeah, sax get manifested when
I crowd the sentence pennin' mad aggressive
Sickin' staff infection (Facts)
Used to ride the whooptie
Wouldn't pass suspection (Uh, huh)
Audible my planes and chains
The past protection
Extensive gat collection
Sense of adolescence
Niggas mad depressed I'm rich
And cashin' checks
But since you asked the question, listen
Class in session had this vision
Had to sit for crack possession
(Talk to 'em) yeah, fast forward
I'm the sickest rapper present god's gift
Like a Christian wrappin' presents
God shit, I resemble that reflection
Uh, they was tough
But now they crack with ad impressions
Sat and watched 'em fizzle out
Like Al Caselsa (Ha ha ha)
Lyrically, I'm Doleone
The canvas couldn't stop me
Conway 'lowed me, I'm advanced (Uh, huh)
And flip the misfortunes, now I got advantage
(Uh, huh) saw the bigger picture
Had to stop and pan it (Uh, huh)
Machine, bitch, I am not from planet Earth
I need my top examined, lots of damage (Ha)
Understand us
That they couldn't see me, I am not in vanish
(Nah)
Rappers fake as double Ds that got in planet
If they choose to violate, they got to vanish
Bro gon' pop a xanax, walk up
Pop and blam it (Brr)
Black and white dums, bitch
I rock the panda style
Violated 'em, I dropped my manners
This for trap niggas
Watch for cops with scanners
Lots of scammers, niggas from
My block, bananas, nigga
Machine, bitch (yeah)
Yeah, Jae Skeese, DrumWork shit, you bet you
Hmm hmm-mmm
Big Ghost, takin' the chirps, nigga
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