Saba - Church / Liquor Store lyrics

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Saba - 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 that fat, now you calling collect They b**by trapping the trap The police pulling a pulley you fall for it you silly Putting you outta shape for grinnin' you'll catch a case I can't, relate to half of my relatives My genetics is felony buying low and reselling it They tell me tell a story I'm like "Why not mine?" sh** everybody taking pictures I'm like "Why not Vine?" And grew up from the ground jumping look like I'm a vine [?] There's rarity in my realness, yeah I'ma find Diamond in a rough type, rough type Rough house in a road house like rugby Lovely, when you hit a lick little kick like Chun-Li Funny, kids that I hoop with all in county County, black bodies hun 'em down look like bounties Bound to, be on the block a little while longer They your homies, this for homie, what don't k** ya make you stronger Call Obama, Jesus, Yeezus He can save Chicago from the demons and the deacons When it's the end Yeah, died in precincts since pre-teens Let's pretend we privileged not deceased and addicted [Hook: Saba & Akenya] It look like funeral, church church, liquor store Corn store, dread-head, dead leg get told 10-4, 10-4 From Cicero to Central What's dope, let it go Yeah they know they get told Yeah that's church barber shop, bottle lock, dot From the liquor store on Cicero I ain't 21 but you didn't know [Verse 2: Saba] Bad habits of wrong places and wrong times A stray bullet will take your firstborn like the tenth plague I'm the new Pharoah of my phone line Forever hoping for prayer to fall on soldiers ain't fair when 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 as you loosen up your grip you lost and lose your life I loosen a dread, from every time I gotta watch 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 the white down, the f** who you think I sound Liked to 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] I look like funeral church church liquor store Corn store, dread-head, dead leg get told sit low Chalk outline, sketch you cannot sit outside where they want your neck Yeah that's church barber shop, bottle lock, got From the liquor store on Cicero, I'm 21 but you didn't know [Verse 3: Noname] They sold prison the way they pipeline Systematically lifeline Erase all n***as they saw bulletproof from the law law About a citizen shot Willie Lynch doing 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 timeless, sometimes the bible tastes like marmalade My momma still sipping, Politician, old Donald Duck Quacking new kitchen They kept the melting pot inside the slave pot, watch They gentrified your neighbourhood 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 church church liquor store Corn store, dread-head, dead leg