VON POE VII - Sunday Gospel lyrics

Voicemail: "Yo, what's up? It's Dynasty, calling to check in with you. Yo I've been working on this joint, I wanted to run it by you real quick. You know, see how you feeling it and all that good stuff. I know you know, the project gotta be fire. So I gotta make sure I come correct. So, anyways I was like; They noticing her in pa**ing The beautiful a**a**in Who's she is what they've been asking And what is it she's masking The way she's been acting They know there's something with her This music thing is a pa**ion But they don't seem to get her Been in it for a long time Before the recognition Everybody being Bobby Don't want no more New Addition No vision Cause trauma to your ocular Please yall Stop making stupid people popular They want the real But they worship the manufactured Their food is all GMO And their artist is full of plastic I'm k**ing it in this rap sh** I know and weknow... Aye you know what? Matter of fact, Ima just leave it right there yo. I'll see the rest when I see you, I'll spit that when I see you aight. I'll link with you in the studio later, one!" - Dynasty Introduction: We interrupt this broadcast, brought to you by the seven. If yall listening to this on the hardcopies, you're about to finish the first disc. Meaning you're half way through the project. And if you're streaming it, then you're half way through the project too. Vibe with me [Lead In] And I ain't gonna ever gon' apologize And I ain't gonna ever gon' apologize And we ain't gonna ever gon' apologize And we ain't gonna ever gon' apologize [Verse One] I came up in the mothaf**a holding my dick My angel's singing from the mountain top Of gravy and grits The Amistad was my departure of purpose I'm flipping the bird on em Sipping from a corner of curbs My n***a swerve on em Poppa was a gangsta From them Old School days I got a dollar and a dream A couple 40z for your pains dawg My Black people We unify for the sequel k** em softly Your purchase of purpose Is not of worth to me I'm staring out of the same window That Nas was looking out of I'm cruising out of the block Waiting for Pac up in my rear fear My grandma just had a stroke And I'm hoping That the universe will bless her With enough life To see me on that television My family coming a long way from nothing But you doubt him You foolish I'm probably your favorite rapper's rapper When it's all said and done respect the purpose Cause now-a-days Yall singing to these underage women Like Jared Fogle What the f** [Chorus] One time for the people on the block Steady rocking My single mothers My single fathers in the projects And two times for the people in the scene Keep your hands up in the sky If it's deeper than the cream (2x)