No Church On Sundays

I never stress to much about something or somebody
'Cause I ain't gonna let it roll around you
What's going on around you
Life gonna go on you just gotta be happy, you still here
On granny, yeah, yeah

I know I'm blessed but I ain't see church on Sundays
I was probably sinning
Bitch I'm trying to be more than rich
Even 'till I'm tired of winning
My new bitch thick, yeah
And she scream my name whenever I'm sliding in
My ex bitch be saying that I be tripping, yeah
She don't get that we just different, yeah

Tell the Lord I'm so glad to make it
Richest in my class ain't graduated
I'm so glad, we made it past the basement
Now a nigga living past amazing
I get them from all these bags I'm facing
But I know I'm the greatest them guys aren't ranking
Never had nothing, he flash, we take it
Think that he solid, these bullets going to break 'em
Fucked up by losses I never thought that I could win again
I told my mama if they find these guns
Then I'll probably will go back to pain again
Took a bus but not a Benz from here
I can't trip about no friends again
'Cause niggas want drama, I just want some commas
That's why my best friend is Benjamin
No cap, niggas two face can't fuck with that
If I give you my name I'm stuck with that
When I fuck from the back, you fuck me back
If I fall in love would you love me back?
I heard you think love is whack
But it's probably 'cause the nigga you fuck with whack
He fucked up and you going back
Girl, fuck that nigga, we done with that
You fucking with me, they probably told you that nigga so street
He walk outside and he clutching his feet
He feel like everybody just going to leave
So he pray that you play for keeps
Please don't leave me, put trust in new people ain't easy
But I know you need me as much I need you

I know I'm blessed but I ain't see church on Sundays
I was probably sinning
Bitch I'm trying to be more than rich
Even 'till I'm tired of winning
My new bitch thick, yeah
And she scream my name whenever I'm sliding in
My ex bitch be saying that I be tripping, yeah
She don't get that we just different, yeah

I'm blowing up like a split
If it's problem, no problem, bro wait in this jungle
If I shoot, I won't miss
Trapping in the court, he a blow up I'll pass him the torch
If he strapped with the gang, then we with it
We was youngins they labeled 'em BeyBlade kids
All them young niggas tripping, got a milli came up on my city
Keep a Glock with a dick, no AK
Pop some karats for my niggas don't they pay
Pop them xannys they think that cray-cray
Pop too many and it look like my face fade
Bring my choppa, ain't doing no may lay
All these bitches, going to give him a face lay
Money talking I don't care about what they say
We came Bobby V, came off the fake way
'Cause I got top from them
Ain't no squares in my grass, my shit cut
'Cause I can't die in mind
Let a nigga say it suck, then we going to slide
Bitch, I'm going to ride for mine
We get caught up in that jail, bitch I'm going to lie for mine
I can go black and white, I came back to fight
Tell my lawyers let's bust up the case
All bezels here when I just bought the Wraith
Smoking on more, I feel like I'm on space
I worked too hard for you to take my place
Sit back and count that money to a state
I don't really think these niggas real, for real
They fake so I watch my back
'Cause I hear niggas out here killing kids

I know I'm blessed but I ain't see church on Sundays
I was probably sinning
Bitch I'm trying to be more than rich
Even 'till I'm tired of winning
My new bitch thick, yeah
And she scream my name whenever I'm sliding in
My ex bitch be saying that I be tripping, yeah
She don't get that we just different, yeah