Rome Streetz & Ransom - Rooftop Sermons lyrics

[Verse 1: Ransom] Not too many blessed with this corner vision Don't give them knowledge, give them more religion, poor decisions Momma couldn't pay, so they told her pray for the Lords assistance They rid our souls so we bought some Christians Louis Vuitton, who's Lebron? Shut up, dribble ni**a, we lost resistance My words are beacon through the darkest distance Converse with heathens that get lost in systems Leave the village 'till them forces listen, torches glisten I sat with cash (?) A Marcus Garvey with a heartless army Macolm by the curtains, you a carbon copy, undisturbing, hard to stop me Conform to life is what we always do It's hard to accept the damage a war will do, now they wipin' the floor with you I can hike in the smallest view, it's all on you It's not just a rap when you lookin' back, 'cause it's nothin' there to look forward to No use in mendin' when your heart is torn, so rest in peace to them ni**as we hardly mourn Reemerge in their godly form Cry when your daughter's born Tell me how could you party on, you partly wrong Just cover they ears when Megan and Carti's on Don't mean to single out these artists songs, but words is a weapon That's what my father warned, and it's worse when it unperforms Yeah, the way I'm thinking astound you I'm saying what I want, you just saying what you're allowed to You claim you married the game, who these lames is sayin' they vouch to? Can't change the people around, you just change the people around you [Chorus: Ransom] Red tops, blue tops, can't remember who shot It's too hot We givin' out sermons on these rooftops Staircase confessionals Dope is in my tube socks A new Glock We givin' out sermons on these rooftops Red tops, blue tops, can't remember who shot It's too hot We givin' out sermons on these rooftops Staircase confessionals Dope is in my tube socks A new Glock We givin' out sermons on these rooftops [Verse 2: Rome Streetz] Ayo, grandma read from Matthews and the book of Joseph Learnt that cash rules, started bookin' ni**as for sh*t they holdin' A gun shot is a omen, if you omit They pay the ticket or they pay a visit in a low tint My theory is, you lames on the low end Don't give a fu*k what your Tribe called you, cornballs never get no wins Cherish your freedom, the inside of them cells is different I show the plate to a fallen angel in Hell's Kitchen I seen death on the street corner, it smell sickening Told a homie to watch his step, then he fell victim Out of sight, out of mind, quickly how they forget you It was fake love, for real, only the .38 is special Call it my hoes, it was made to wet you Far as flows, everything I say celestial (?) call it a test tube A good sample make 'em come back and spend everything That's a chess move Know the difference from king, queen and pawn, rook and castle Cops out to snatch you I (?) Johnny (?) Came up sellin' raw Molly in the capsule Razor blade to my jaw, spit it out and slash you [Chorus: Ransom] Red tops, blue tops, can't remember who shot It's too hot We givin' out sermons on these rooftops Staircase confessionals Dope is in my tube socks A new Glock We givin' out sermons on these rooftops Red tops, blue tops, can't remember who shot It's too hot We givin' out sermons on these rooftops Staircase confessionals Dope is in my tube socks A new Glock We givin' out sermons on these rooftops