Free P - ARTCHURCH lyrics

[Verse 1] These n***as must be nervous or somethin' Get your weight up, hit a hurter, never hurted a young'n The world is my rack, never gettin' caught up in raps Boy you flexin' for attention, had detention so well Too intentitive to the drama [?] But when this sh** hit the fan, bet these n***as fold for the bread Don't need your love, fam I owe no a**istance Compliments bitter sweet when you know what they did to get 'em Grown man compromise, boy you the coward type I was in my jammies watchin' daddy with the homies makin' Grammies f** you and your nomination I do this sh** for the Grove, ain't get no invitation Man my late, no hesitation Blocka, blocka, at the top dog, then you pop off n***as move like b**hes, [?] with they lights off Momma you done did it, turned the boy to a god I turned this squad to a n***a, watch my n***as take shots Please excuse me [Verse 2] No apologies bruh, I meant it all You back trackin', I'm track lappin', you lookin' soft Maybe you sippin' too much I love to hit it, I'm a bit out of touch Can't get [?] all out of shape, I'm rea**ess then I bust Last chick prolly so mad, I really thought that would work But I won't put myself through anythin' that's less than my work I'm combinin' to find allowed [?] we was givin' them Liberty you, straight for my soul, this sh** was gifted My whole life been a prophecy, momma said it was written If you don't listenm good riddance, pop a Xan and don't feel it But then again, I guess a little [?] would be nice Throw the alley, pop an addy on emotional nights I would have had this sh**, be different if I was simply listenin' to y'all f** around and I do it, the pressure on me, I grew it I made amends with my pops, said he was sorry I'm lost I forgave him, take the flag for the squad Told 'em that's trill n***a