Wiley - No Church In The Wild Remix lyrics

[Hook: Frank Ocean] Human beings in a mob What's a mob to a king? What's a king to a God? What's a God to a non-believer who don't believe in anything? Will he make it out alive? Alright, alright, no church in the wild [Verse 1: Jay Z] Tears on the mausoleum floor Blood stains the Colosseum doors Lies on the lips of a priest Thanksgiving disguised as a feast Rolling in Rolls Royce Corniche Only the doctors got this, I'm hiding from police Cocaine seats, all white like I got the whole thing bleached Drug dealer chic, I'm wondering if a thug's prayers reach Is Pious pious cause God loves pious? Socrates asked whose bias do y'all seek? All for Plato, screech I'm out here balling, I know y'all hear my sneaks Jesus was a carpenter, Yeezy he laid beats Hova flow the Holy Ghost, get the hell up out your seats, preach [Hook] [Verse 2: Wiley] Stab wounds, your body on a stretcher Where's god, he can't be seen, so i get up Body drippin with blood ‘cause i'ma rapper Words and d**h, life's not any better Surrounded by squad no security guards I'm still alive and my security is hard i'm a star I've been rolling through the wild And i ain't seen a church in a while I'm glad I'm far The church was invented to keep my people calm And if I ever pick up a pen, got the fire in my arm Flying the flag you're lucky like a charm Why're you acting like you're living in a barn on a farm When I die Ima meet the cousin of sleep I promise I'll make a dozen into a heap Made a car into 'The Clean', made a buggy a jeep People runnin with their mouths that should be runnin with their feet Preach [Hook] [Verse 3: Kanye West] Coke on her black skin Made a stripe like a zebra, I call that jungle fever You will not control the threesome Just roll the weed up until I get me some We formed a new religion No sins as long as there's permission And deception is the only felony So never f** nobody without telling me Sungla**es and Advil, last night was mad real Sun coming up, 5 a.m., I wonder if they got cabs still? Thinking 'bout the girl in all leopard Who was rubbing the wood like Kiki Shepherd Two tattoos: one read "No Apologies" The other said "Love is Cursed by Monogamy" It's something that the pastor don't preach It's something that a teacher can't teach When we die the money we can't keep But we probably spend it all cause the pain ain't cheap: preach [Hook]