Cam O'bi - Church / Liquor Store lyrics

[Intro: Akenya] Oooh Ahhh Oooh Ahhh [Verse 1: Saba] They ask you what's the cause and effect Of doobies packed in they fat, now you calling collect They b**by trapping the trap The police pulling a pulley, you'll fall for it you silly Putty you outta shape, f** 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?" sh** 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 k** 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 [Hook: Saba & Akenya] 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 [Verse 2: Saba] 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 n***a I just knocked a white gal, and f** 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 f** comparison These n***as 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 f**ing with me There's no logic in love, but there's no love in the streets [Hook 2: Saba & Akenya] 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 [Verse 3: Noname] They sold, they sold They sold prison the way they pipeline Systematically lifeline Erase all n***as, they so bulletproof from the law Law abiding citizen shot, Willie Lynch do crack now Made the new letters shiny, now we pray King Kunta 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 [Hook: Saba & Akenya] It look like funeral home, church, church, liquor store Corner store, dread-head, dead leg-... [Outro] 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 n***a 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 him Tell him when you see Squeaky, tell him I love him Tell your bro n'em I said wa**up, I salute you bro You sent old girl them pictures right? Aayt, flat bro, I love you bro, I'ma talk to you in a minute bro... **Hangs up** The caller has hung up