[Intro: Pastor, Smokey, and Craig from 1995's Friday]
Pastor Clever: Excuse me brother, what we call drugs at the 74th Street Baptist Church we call the sin of sin sins
Smokey: Well around here, between Normandie and Western, we call this here a little twenty twen twen
Craig: Well!
Smokey: NIGGA
Pastor Clever: Lord have mercy. The Lord is my shepherd
He know what I want!
[Verse 1: Lrs]
Contemplating what to write about
I guess I let you in on what this life about
Money, weed, women more
Money, weed, women and I don't believe in God but to those who do sinnin'
Grinnin' when it all comes to fruition
No need for your comments I'm honest listen
I'm tryna describe my visions, my message my only mission and I do not plan to fail
You need receive this message so I'll express it like the mail
Flowin' cold rain and hail bringin' hell, I inhale that buddha
I'm enlightened, some curse the haters I invite 'em I don't like 'em
But they blind so in hindsight it be my born duty to try to guide I got 'em uh
I'm Picasso, with my soul with a lot of soul in my music
They say that truth will set you free just look at me
I be the epitome of proof bitch, to broke niggas I'm a nuisance
Here's two cents Real Recognize Real that's true shit
And most lookin' unfamiliar like these niggas got on concealer
So that's why I never feel ya
I hope you hungry here's a meal bruh, that food for thought is what I brought you all to eat
Like a professor I teach and I don't rap on these tracks bitch I PREACH!
Pastor Clever: Excuse me brother, what we call drugs at the 74th Street Baptist Church we call the sin of sin sins
Smokey: Well around here, between Normandie and Western, we call this here a little twenty twen twen
Craig: Well!
Smokey: NIGGA
Pastor Clever: Lord have mercy. The Lord is my shepherd
He know what I want!
[Verse 1: Lrs]
Contemplating what to write about
I guess I let you in on what this life about
Money, weed, women more
Money, weed, women and I don't believe in God but to those who do sinnin'
Grinnin' when it all comes to fruition
No need for your comments I'm honest listen
I'm tryna describe my visions, my message my only mission and I do not plan to fail
You need receive this message so I'll express it like the mail
Flowin' cold rain and hail bringin' hell, I inhale that buddha
I'm enlightened, some curse the haters I invite 'em I don't like 'em
But they blind so in hindsight it be my born duty to try to guide I got 'em uh
I'm Picasso, with my soul with a lot of soul in my music
They say that truth will set you free just look at me
I be the epitome of proof bitch, to broke niggas I'm a nuisance
Here's two cents Real Recognize Real that's true shit
And most lookin' unfamiliar like these niggas got on concealer
So that's why I never feel ya
I hope you hungry here's a meal bruh, that food for thought is what I brought you all to eat
Like a professor I teach and I don't rap on these tracks bitch I PREACH!
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