Church / Liquor Store Saba (Ft. Noname)

[Intro: Akenya]
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[Verse 1: Saba]
They ask you, "What's the cause and effect?"
Of doobies packed in they fat
Now you callin' collect, they booby trappin' the trap
The police pullin' a pulley, you'll fall for it you silly
Putty you outta shape, fuck runnin', you'll catch a case
I can't relate to half of my relatives
My genetics is felony, buyin' low and resellin' it
They told me tell a story, I'm like. "Why not mine?"
Shit everybody takin' 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