Chuuuurch Obie Trice

[Intro]

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[Verse 1]
Semi on the couch, 3 bullets up in the cartridge
Four runnin the house hopefully God can vouch for us
We outlaws
Dropped out of school so momma trusting the lord with some Ralph on
Identity crisis when the Trice's divorced
So the enemy's trifling like my pop, no remorse
I outsource
Get the illest nigga on the block who will bust off a shot for him
Find a little spot, some hood home
Eighteen now, niggas getting they thug on
Gotta get this paper niggas getting they drug on
Haters see us caking know they gettin' they mug on
Homie losing focus, he don't wanna traffic
He pullin' pistols out on nigga's up in traffic
Jumpin' in they classics fucking with the maggots
Got us looking hot, you know that end up being tragic
Tell a boy stop, I ain't got the audacity
I just wanna cop, he furious passing me
Know the streets watch but him nigga's is tagging me
Say you see O? That's where the car jacker be
Know I keep the mac on me
Living out here carelessly
Ended up burying I'm listening to the pastor preach
Now I face his old earth askin' what it's worth
My sons in the dirt, my nigga got me in the church