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Saba

Genres: Hip-Hop

Church / Liquor Store Lyrics - Saba

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Ahhh 

Oooh 

Ahhh 

 

They ask you what's the cause and effect 

Of doobies packed in they fat, now you calling collect 

They booby trapping the trap 

The police pulling a pulley, you'll fall for it you silly 

Putty you outta shape, fuck running, you'll catch a case 

I can't relate to half of my relatives 

My genetics is felony, buying low and reselling it 

They told me tell a story, I'm like "Why not mine?" 

Shit everybody taking pictures, I'm like "Why not Vine?" 

And growin' from the ground up, it look like I'm a vine 

It's rarity in my realness 

Yeah I'm a fine diamond in the rough type, rough type 

Roughhouse in a roadhouse like rugby 

Lovely, when you hit a lick little kick like Chun-Li 

Funny, kids that I hoop with all in county 

Counting, black bodies hunt 'em down look like bounties 

Bound to, be on the block a little while longer 

They your homies, this what home is 

What don't kill ya make ya stronger 

Call Obama, Jesus, Yeezus 

He can save Chicago from the demons and the deacons 

When it's the end 

Yeah, dodged precincts since pre-teens 

Let's pretend we privileged not deceased, addicted 

 

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It look like funeral home, church, church, liquor store 

Corner store, dread-head, dead leg, ditto 

10-4, ten foes from Cicero to Central 

Was told, "let it go" 

Didn't know who to hit though 

Now that's church, barber shop, bottle I, got 

From the liquor store on Cicero 

I ain't 21, but he didn't know 

 

Bad habits of wrong places at wrong times 

A stray bullet'll take your first-born like the tenth plague, I'm the new Pharoah 

My phone line forever open for prayer 

The fallen soldiers ain't fell, they in my pen 

And I do thank God 

They say preach like Cooley High 

From beginning to end, that's Alpha and Omega 

My city the same ghost that made Lupe cry 

Soon's you loosen up your grip you lost, then lose your life 

I loosen a dread 

From every time I gotta wash the cigarette smoke from outta my head 

Like how I'm not dead 

Going on 20 soon, they say I changed, that's a fitting room 

I'm still the same kid that didn't speak when we were in the school 

I just got a mic now, I turned to a real nigga 

I just knocked a white gal, and fuck who you think I sound 

Like, I'm a legend in the making like the director's cut 

Of I Am Legend and I'm fed up with the fuck comparison 

These niggas don't got the truth that y'all want, do they? 

Think I'm lyin'? Then plan a trip to Chicago today 

I was 15, they was fucking with me 

There's no logic in love, but there's no love in the streets 

 

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It look like funeral home, church, church, liquor store 

Corner store, dread-head, dead leg, ditto 

Sillou...-ette! Chalk outline, sketch! 

It's not safe outside when they want your neck 

Now that's church, barber shop, bottle I, got 

From the liquor store on Cicero, I ain't 21, but he didn't know 

 

They sold, they sold 

They sold prison the way they pipeline 

Systematically lifeline 

Erase all niggas, they so bulletproof from the law 

Law abiding citizen shot, Willie Lynch do crack now 

I hope the grave don't find me, I do my E&J kindly 

I do my time when it's timely, sometimes the bible tastes like marmalade 

My momma still sipping, politician owe Donald Duck 

A quacking new kitchen 

They kept the melting pot inside the slave plot, watch 

They gentrified your neighborhood no needs for cops, watch 

Look at the yoga pants, coffee shops and yogurt stands 

Consumerism, holy land 

And on the other hand my momma land 

 

It look like funeral home, church, church, liquor store 

Corner store, dread-head, dead leg-... 

 

Man, give them people hell bro... on life, let 'em know how you feelin', yo, let 'em know what's going on, bro 

Free us, every chance you get, free my nigga Marl 

Free Jimmy... Fresh, yo, Frillz, yo 

Let 'em know yo, keep us alive out there in them verses yo 

On a real bro... aayt love bro, take care bro 

Tell my brother, tell Fresh I said I love 

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