No Dope On Sundays Lyrics - Cyhi The Prynce

The call has gone out, responses have come 

And we bless God for our brother who's given God his life 

Is there anything you'd like to say on behalf? 

Lord saved an angel, Watch over my own 

I came not to call the righteous, but the sinners to repentance. Luke 5:32 

They say gangsters don't pray - I beg to differ 

We pray every night, we pray every night to make it out of these struggles 

We pray all the time to make it out of this hell that we stuck in (CyHi!) 

Real gangsters don't wanna be in the streets 

Yeah, no dope on Sundays 

That's only if you really out here getting money 

No dope on Sundays 

You know the trap back boomin' Monday 

But no dope on Sundays 

When you out here dirty, this the day you do the laundry 

No dope on Sundays 

But any other day it's rain, sleet or sunny 

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Nah, I ain't a street nigga, just a nigga in the street 

Any other day than Sunday I can get you what you need 

I'm talking like a couple keys, want a mil', come fuck with me 

Pounds of kush, come hustle these, the cars we push is luxury 

Oh I heard you want the lean, now that's not my cup of tea 

But I can pull a few strings, let me work my puppetry 

Anything from crack to puppy food 

Why you think I bank with Chase? I'm everywhere the money move 

My Hyundai crews making plays, my operation running smooth 

Brought a tool just in case these niggas in a grumpy mood 

Oh I heard they 'bout that gunplay, cool, we 'bout that gunplay too 

My rendezvous made the front page news, I like my hundreds blue 

Chucking Jews, taking strippers out of town on honeymoons 

Leave they kids with they grandma so they go to Sunday school 

My nigga hit my phone and said he need a hundred cool 

I said "Let me hit my folks, but you know the only rule" 

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[Chorus: CyHi the Prynce] 

No dope on Sundays 

That's only if you really out here getting money 

No dope on Sundays 

You know the trap back boomin' Monday 

No dope on Sundays 

When you out here dirty, this the day you do the laundry 

No dope on Sundays 

But any other day it's rain, sleet or sunny 

I been in the streets since 16, ya dig? 

How many zips in a elbow is 16, ya dig? 

Niggas seem to forget how much clean I done hid 

Remember sneaking in the club with the thing-a-ma-jig 

My OG pulled up on the scene in a wig 

When you running from the feds, you can't be seen by the pigs 

Y'all don't know all the things I seen and I did 

Being in the dope game was never my dream as a kid 

But I got better plans though, ain't nowhere I can't go 

Trip to Amsterdam, I tell a grandma netherland hoes 

Boy I'm living off my art like I'm selling Van Goghs 

I'm all about the cream, I got Method Man goals 

My dawgs just left the bando so hater, never stand close 

Before my partner up the Sig and leave you second-hand smoked 

I'ma rain all year, so let the weatherman know 

In all the ghettos of America all the way to Redan Road 

No dope on Sundays 

Lex Luger on the beat so what the fuck you think? 

I work the graveyard shift, that's how we made our chips 

Bunch of AR clips, I pulled his KR, dip 

Where the young niggas die, we live our days the darkest 

Boosie Badazz, I'm down to catch a fade if y'all lit 

We was the type to shoot a nigga dead and pray that y'all live 

So we can swing by your house and come and spray at y'all crib 

Had the trap on Cleveland Ave by the K-Mart, bitch 

I brought them bags to the hood and made 'em slang our shit 

In Atlanta y'all don't know how good my face card is 

Turned the Racetrack on Bouldercrest to a baseball field 

It's safe to say it's all real but all my scars is all healed 

'Cause I been stabbed in the back more times than Paul Pierce 

But enough about my past, it's time to save our kids 

So our sons will never have to live the way we all did 

If you trappin' nigga, trap to send your daughter off to college 

If you trappin' nigga, trap to get your mother out the projects 

If you trappin' nigga, trap to get yo' people out the streets 

Oh you trapping just to be trapping? Oh you trapping for these freaks? 

But if you a real trap nigga, do me one favor 

And tell all my partners in Decatur 

No dope on Sundays 

I work the graveyard shift, that's how we made our chips 

Bunch of AR clips, I pulled his KR, dip 

Where the young niggas die, we live our days the darkest 

Boosie Badazz, I'm down to catch a fade if y'all lit 

Started out trapping tryna get the new Bo's 

Then I realized what it did for them hoes 

When I recognized what you did to your nose 

I couldn't justify what I did to my bro 

Fed an addiction, I just let it snow 

Failed my religion, I couldn't let it go 

Fell in addiction, I just chased the glow 

See you don't need the drums when you just talking what you know 

See what I seen, nigga snitching on the low 

Niggas coming home, niggas out here acting like you owe 

The truth is you love 'em but they putting on a show 

You gotta cash 'em out and validate to everyone they know 

Time's changing, it's hard for some to grow 

And the conversations are no longer "Man, we 'bout to blow" 

I wanna see you back up on your feet and that's fa' sho' 

The whole city know I've done enough so there's no mo' 

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I work the graveyard shift, that's how we made our chips 

Bunch of AR clips, I pulled his KR, dip 

Where the young niggas die, we live our days the darkest 

Boosie Badazz, I'm down to catch a fade if y'all lit 

I'm glad you gave me this shit with like no drums. 

I just wanted to, like, I was tryna make it as conversational as possible 'Cause it's just conversation. 

CyHi The Prynce, my nigga for life. Push 

But Peter said unto him, 

Thy money perish with thee 

Because thou hast thought 

That the gift of God may be purchased with money 

Acts 8:20