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caskey - church service lyrics

[chorus]
baby let’s just f+ck the world
and run away
let us just leave this earth
and run away
baby let’s just f+ck the world
and run away
let us just leave this earth
and run away
i’m ’bout to take them boys to church
lord knows i’m so far from modest
you gotta pay me my respect
then come pay me that deposit

[verse 1]
you ain’t gotta show me love, i’m on my way into the bank
y’all busy beatin’ ’round the bush, new york, i’d rather hear it frank
besides my mama and my circle, i ain’t got no one to thank
i told the teller bring out fo’ thousand hunnids, she thought it was a prank
they thought i’d crash, burn, cm dropped me, thank god baby signed me
if not, i’d still think labels hеld the keys, i left that sh+t bеhind me
all them setbacks ever did was show you who out really grindin’
’cause when sh+t got hard, i still went hard and turned that into diamonds
ayy, at makin’ it outta the mud, i am the poster child
when you lost as much as i lost, you ain’t supposed to smile
work packed in that black sudan, we ride out at golden hour
could move yo’ clique to dagestan and you still ain’t cold as ours (cold as ours)
[chorus]
baby let’s just f+ck the world (f+ck the world, yeah)
and run away (black sheep)
let us just leave this earth (forever, five+ever)
and run away
i’m ’bout to take them boys to church
lord knows i’m so far from modest
you gotta pay me my respect
then come pay me that deposit

[verse 2]
i dropped two hunnid dollar mixtapes, got that blueprint off of nip
black sheep records, dropped my b+lls and now everybody on the d+ck
gwalla used to front the pills, they’d calm my nerves to hit a l!ck
two thousand blues inside one ziplock bag, they thought he reppin’ crip
now we ’bout ownership, outside with a big ass bone to pick
all that sucker sh+t that y’all do for clout, i can’t condone the sh+t
homie bluffin’ every time he rap and got no poker chips
did two shows and ain’t n0body show, he got no showmanship
shout my old management, sued me for a hunnid fifty thousand
taught me not to sign no paperwork ’cause folks ain’t really ’bout it
rather put bread in my homie hand, grew up with no allowance
now we p+ssed off all the doubters, now we got a bigger balance
wake up, take money showers, y’all wake up, you throwin’ in the towel
you an agent of the state, might just nickname you colin powell
work packed in that black sudan, we ride out at golden hour
could move yo’ clique to dagestan and you still ain’t cold as ours (cold as ours)
[chorus]
baby let’s just f+ck the world (yeah, it’s still f+ck the world)
and run away (yeah, black sheep records)
let us just leave this earth (and f+ck all the rest)
and run away
i’m ’bout to take them boys to church
lord knows i’m so far from modest
you gotta pay me my respect
then come pay me that deposit
i’m ’bout to take them boys to church
lord knows i’m so far from modest
you gotta pay me my respect
then come pay me that deposit
i done got too c+cky

- caskey lyrics

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