[Intro: GLC]
Cathedral to the congregation
Congregation, rise and let us pray
As I'm rotatin' with my true playa partner by the name of IDK
We tryna figure out, when in doubt
Why all this petty shit gotta come our way, you know what I'm sayin'?
Put an end to the mothafuckin' hate
Let us rise and let us get straight, you know what I'm sayin'?
We gotta demonstrate, we gotta congregate
And, through this bullshit, man
We ain't gon' do none but aim and penetrate (Penetrate)
(Ism)
[Verse 1: IDK]
Why all my brothers tryna infiltrate my circle?
Why all my sisters tryna spin my wheel and chase my cheddar
'Round and 'round like these women turnin' into gerbils?
Guess the family mattered less when I was more an Urkel
Yeah, but now I'm Stefan'd up
And everything I do is everything that they fond of
It's funny how I went from paperboy to makin' that paper, boy
But I'm still tryna throw it at houses
My credit was fucked up, but now it's in fair condition
I'm tellin' the banks to help a brother, they never listen
Like almost every nigga in the world with the chains and the girls
Goin' through the same struggle, just from a distance
We think they winnin', and speakin' of winnin', the Redskins losin'
That's a representation of where I'm from
'Cause when the guns pop, we lose a life and that's the real conclusion
We watch 'em change the channel while we make excuses
Cathedral to the congregation
Congregation, rise and let us pray
As I'm rotatin' with my true playa partner by the name of IDK
We tryna figure out, when in doubt
Why all this petty shit gotta come our way, you know what I'm sayin'?
Put an end to the mothafuckin' hate
Let us rise and let us get straight, you know what I'm sayin'?
We gotta demonstrate, we gotta congregate
And, through this bullshit, man
We ain't gon' do none but aim and penetrate (Penetrate)
(Ism)
[Verse 1: IDK]
Why all my brothers tryna infiltrate my circle?
Why all my sisters tryna spin my wheel and chase my cheddar
'Round and 'round like these women turnin' into gerbils?
Guess the family mattered less when I was more an Urkel
Yeah, but now I'm Stefan'd up
And everything I do is everything that they fond of
It's funny how I went from paperboy to makin' that paper, boy
But I'm still tryna throw it at houses
My credit was fucked up, but now it's in fair condition
I'm tellin' the banks to help a brother, they never listen
Like almost every nigga in the world with the chains and the girls
Goin' through the same struggle, just from a distance
We think they winnin', and speakin' of winnin', the Redskins losin'
That's a representation of where I'm from
'Cause when the guns pop, we lose a life and that's the real conclusion
We watch 'em change the channel while we make excuses
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