Church (feat. Charlie Murphy)

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Brothers and sisters

We gather here today

To listen to a young man that's on fire

You're sitting in the church of the reverend

Charlie murphy and I'm gonna bring it to you

My brother f a b o l o u s

Fabulous

Presidential other bravefabulous

Preach you a brother church

Yeah I preach

Through my raps

God is watching me I still reach to my strap

Broads is watching me they wanna leach to my trap

The jesus christ on my neck reach to my lap

I teach you to rap in my sunday school

These get a one day rule you got aby monday cool

Or she gotta stroke a stick like the hunt play pool

If not you gotta walk like a runway pool

Catch me in the mood shine or the sun ray jewels

If you keep saying your prayers

Maybe one day you be blessed like me

Till then keep stomping in your air force o n e s nikes

They should make scriptures with my flow

Uh huh

I'm the young bishop dong on that scripture for you

Uh huh so I ** it with dollar

Till you scream hallelujah

While I grab the neck of my robe

And pop a collar to ya church

Now in this world that we live in

There's all kinds of pimps

You got your players

Your ballers your max

Your gorilla pimps yeah they take what they want

You all star pimps

Pimps and sprawl and villas

Yeah pimps

With nothing but the gators on

This be reached to a bro nice pimps

Me I feel like an angel a guard

Yeah all I gotta do is drive the range doing nars

It's like I was put here to put legs in the air

Put squares in my air

Put squares in the chair put pairs in the rail

I even put twenty inch footwear in my spear

Lord knows I gotta stay on them spinners

Just verse it's like

That you say in your dentist

Girls come with me

Knowing that they're gonna be sinners

But I'm a sense of relief

And I ain't never been a **

Kinda like this against my belief

If she got it from me then I'm convinced she a thief

But they say god give if any taker for way

And I could do the same thing

When I shake with the cake

If a ** make mistake with the pay

God had the club I give

Writing so if heaven got a ghetto I should fit writing

God loves me

Now just what kinda for you

Yeah are you a top

Or a saw dash rack are you a big

Or a little

Entertaining we need a domestic

Or international

Or ready

Or broke

Yeah

My mama got my name

From the baptists who made the wrong moves

With the women and died for you

Make the wrong moves when you come and you tried for

In new york city of god

I done saved some of new york's prettiest broads

I'm spitting the gospel

I hitmy apostles with the gift that'll heal a sick

Soon as it get in their nostrils

Adjust meals bring the organs on ya

A forty ** turn ya to a organ donor

Can a day or two you'll be a morgarome

While I go city to city feeling abuse up

I ask god to forgive me while I'm feeling my ** up

Demons won't let me see a man filling my shoes up

I get some with a sermon but that ain't hard

When I'm in the beamers before they release them

From the germans

You probably got the man you love with you

But would you rather have the man above with you

Can I get an amen now some of y'all are pimps

And some of y'all uh

The rest the rest of you all

Don't think I don't know

Cause I know you're just a hater

And they hate what you got

Put a black eye on the game whenever they play yeah

They pissing the pool

Whoa

And they fought on the elevator that's right

They looking your face

Like they think you did

Yeah

They hate chain

They hate chain

And they hate progress

They hate me

And they hate

They hate their own mama who

Cause they think it's her fault and they ain't got you

That's right

But I'm here to tell you

Today

And if you a hater

Then you on an architect or your own misery

And somebody just put

Twenty five dollars in a collection place

So I'mma go up on the corner and buy me a fist sandwich

And I'm falling

You all hold it down

I'll be right back

Forever challenge

Birthday

And don't you ever forget

Fabulous

Fabulous

Fab

Me less yeah