CeeJ - No Church In The Wild lyrics

My how the black man has come up in the world So much so that white men cuffing their girls I'm blue And sh** that color getting nearer to my collar So when I look in the mirror sh** all I see is my father or Me as a father I'm nursing a little daughter They tell me don't f** with white women, b**hes is all Madonnas And all they want is your money and all that sh** equals problem But me sh** I got a lot of those even without Madonna hoes What's that sh** that HOVA says about them dominoes? Looking at n***as like what the f** you think I'm rhyming for? End up in jail the way I'm pushing and I'm tryna blow Talking to a snail like my career moving kinda slow But I'm excited though and still a trifle bit scared Walking on water Ceejus Christ be on that Poseidon flow I'm parting water just so I can be a part of a Bigger history ending in victory or martyrdom Damn that pizza from Sicily like a dollar something I can't buy... why? Cause, sh**, what's in my wallet? Nothing Jersey ain't had sh** since Joe Budden But I'm from the city where they let a n***a hold something Oh you Turkish baby I'll give you the whole stuffing f** it not even stuffing my n***as give them hoes nothing The devil got it out for me So God bless a n***a, even without the sneeze Me and that girl be playing house out on the balcony Laughing at who I used to be when I'm who I'm about to be I got that Dutchy that Henny that Guinness Stout with me It seems like notoriety never seemed to account for me The more you struggle the more you plan to focus on God Dumb a** n***a looking for hope in the sky What's a God to a non-believer, a pound of reefer I ponder sometimes for me to be able to swipe visas Do I gotta sell out like Condoleezza? Easy Ceejus, flow and holy water what I clean the streets with b**hes Lit up like a Christmas tree and I'm preaching while I'm flipping middle fingers up to my teachers That ether Cause not everything that comes out of Harvard good ho Look at the Unabomber, look what he stood for Cause my homie went to culinary school to cook coke To feed his baby sh** maybe he'll never see the good lord Little sis what you pulling up in at prom? Hopefully a f**ing jet the sh** that I'm on I figured I get my success from hitting the bong That and plus when a n***a gets stressed I pack up a dime I sat down to take a test smacked out of my mind But I bet they never think to test, I'm macking their moms I need that romance girl, s** on satin Vuitton Gucci loafers nothing less than immaculate wine I smack your behind Finally old enough to cop a couple beers now But I've been old enough to go to Jail for some years now And to go to war and you can quote me So f** it I'll buck up and I'll focus on my career now Laugh but I bet this make it a little more funny A poll said in 2020 We dead fo' (before) 20 So roll another L baby yea 420! It's that or going to jail in the hell hole honey I'm trying to be on a sailboat honey Getting cuddy from selling tracks that's railroad money A n***a out of his mind I'm a scarecrow dummy Turn me up I'm the realest sh** in your headphones buddy