Sean Momberger - Church In The Streets lyrics

[Verse: Skeme] Money, power, and respect Come from time and grind Can't inherit those Real n***as rare nowadays You gotta cherish those No loves for fakes, rats and snakes You gotta bury those Fell in love with profits, I'm clockin I had to marry those Trust f**ed I'd rather taste M's before these scary hoes f** these rapper n***as my dawgs I don't compare to those My real life on wax I bring the facts and let you stare at those n***as say they want some real sh** Well ok, there he go b**h we came from nothing to something to see It make me look at impossible like it's nothing to me My prayers with these street n***as who feel there's nothing in reach Livin vicariously dawg and findin comfort in me I mean that sh** forreal I signed my first deal, one hunnid thou straight off a mill If you ain't stood in my shoes you don't know how it feel I swear to god, swear to god, you don't know how it feel I just bought a pint and cracked the seal I'm in emmental Wishing that these b**hes out my benz take these whip appeals Put that on books for my n***as that couldn't get a bill I was that n***a back then and baby I'm that n***a still Yeah baby I'm that n***a still Eyes rollin up from that molly (can't even keep em still) f** a thousand dollars my n***a (spend that on b**hes heels) How you n***as claiming you players but never hit the field Type to stay they ten toes down (and dip when sh** get trill) Who? Ain't that sh** the truth I don't want too much of nothin dawg Just the sh** that's due Just the sh** that's old These streets'll turn a n***a heart cold And minds froze Spent them rocks on my clothes, them b**hes chose Take a glance at my pockets my n***a (them b**hes swoll) I'm boolin' bickin' back, whippin that Rolls (?) I came up under them G's my n***a, that different code We get that bread, stack it, re-up and go get some more That's all we know