Church Kota the Friend

[Verse 1]
Sunlit crib, Sunday vibes, Sunday service
Hope I serve my purpose when I die
When I'm gone, asking God, "Is there more?"
Am I real? Uh
My woman a real one
My son make me feel some
Uncle Russel used to have us playing on that steel drum
Bang, bang, bang
Now we travel all around this earth, yeah
Even when it rain it could be worse, yeah
Like a flower came out of the dirt
Every day feel like the first
She'll be turning up like the church
Keep your plastic in your wallet and your dollars in your purse
Say I'm always in my bag
Hopping out my Birkin
Shout my name when they see me on the block, man
Hot, but I get it 'cause a nigga made it out
If I got a hater they just really wanna love me
They committed to the hate but I know they really proud
When I see a brother from the bottom getting bread I applaud
I be praying that the feds don't get them
Devil getting busy
Lil' fools doing 50 in a real jail talking bout they did it for the clout