Tuesday Thru Sunday - God's Music (Sunday) lyrics

[Verse:1 Matt Meyer Lanksy] This is God's music, Allah's music, Halal music, Hezbollah Synagogue, temple and a mosque music, Bible and Qur'an Through thoughts of suicide and real life suicide I try to swallow my pride but that sh** ain't happening They say I rap about things that can't happen, but you ain't lived the life I live so keep yapping The wildest dreams I've ever had never had you in them it was just me and my dad Never make hoes choose sungla**es over bag, they can get both if they giving up the fat a** I've been rich a couple times, but would you even doubt me? Hit your chick a couple times, didn't think that she was bout it? You forget the sh** I did? What? Your vision must be cloudy Turned out Orlando when I lived in Tallaha**ee n***as here out being rowdy when your pockets are lousy Been to jail a couple times, out of town getting rowdy You ain't seen me in my prime, y'all stunt prematurely wish you had a whip like mine plus the p**y that I'm merking Lil homie it's my time, watch me you could be learning while you're too busy staring at this blue dream that's burning I deserve it all, while you observe it all I swear you could have learned it all, my pockets just disturbs them all And jealous ones still envy, that's why the last crib I lived in sits empty You don't know how I've been living, can't complain different city But I've been living still stunner ain't sh** different [Verse 2: Robb Bank$] Robb Bank$, Lanksy, hoes always ask me how we get so cold and how all my clothes always flashy Big sh** popping like I tore my first Magnum, acne pill popping strapped with a women's handgun Feeling handsome, blowed watching Trainspotting, money tied up in investments and Supreme shopping b**h hear my music now she trying to sing for a n***a, when I come home she take that Bathing Ape off a n***a Mr. Keep the Bananas won't shy with a gorilla but no f**ing with my bread told her for that sh** I'll k** her I throw them ones girl, you know I got plenty You eighteen years old and I'm sixteen living my twenties Talk about you text me Teriyaki play me Looking at my dragon radar to see what b**hes need smanging Blue-eyed snow bunny ho look like she Super Saiyan Say I changed up Kanye shrug, how? I'm just saying Thoughts still clouded, I'm surrounded need to let it go Sold my soul to Athena for the love of a redbone n***as want peace got a deal with the turmoil The more boxes colour coded, smart stunners Andy Warhol Black on black, gold finish fear and loathing Feel like a God from the balcony, wine gla** full of potion Sky box of states in the heavens like who the neighbors? And a That's so Raven looking ho kept as my Super Saiyan [Verse 3: Matt Meyer Lanksy] And I still stick close to my felon friends [Verse 4: Matt Meyer Lanksy] Just in case you really gotta get it in I just hope these plotting co*k s**ers is listening I shine like the chains that were glistening at my christening My family's history ain't a mystery, I'mma keep it at that to avoid false imprisonment Thug life, yeah I've been in it You'll never see me again use your imagination and vision it This is God's music This is Allah's music This is Halal music, Hezbollah music Synagogue music, Minotaur music, this is Adar music, Bible and Qur'an music Temple and a mosque music, visions when you're lost music Sony for the soft catch a block knocked off The wildest dreams I've ever had never had you in them It was just me and my dad Never make hoes choose sungla**es over bag, they can get both if they giving up the fat a** What? (If) They giving up the fat a**, they can get both if they giving up the fat a** From Sunday I got yo b**h from b**h thru Sunday, yeah from Tuesday thru hmmm no from Tuesday thru Sunday