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narleyy - sunday school lyrics

i think i’m losing sight of focus got
used to all the bullsh-t now i’m coasting
mixing up syrup like a potion

my n-gga say i’m chosen at least i
thought he was my n-gga til he showed me
see i wouldn’t ask a n-gga for sh-t but to pay what he owe me
he think cuz he my n-gga that he aint got to pay me what he owe
it be yo own family
my own homie plotting on me
he just waiting on a chance for him to try to get over on me
yeah
and this real sh-t they gone feel this
he say he thuggin but who he was in the field with
i’m 22 with a degree
now this some real sh-t they looking up
to me they tryna find out how i did the sh-t
smoking weed throughout the day to ease the pain
i been tryna cover my pain behind these shades
he think he cool cuz he be texting my b-tch
but she f-ckin bray
couldv’e had lil homie touched he know i know where he stay
i know where his mama lay, n-gga play with me
might catch me hiding in yo bushes with that k with me
pastor calling my phone tryna pray for me
keep yo b-tch on a leash cuz she ain’t safe with me
naw she ain’t safe with me
i been waiting patiently
say i been waiting patiently
tell her she aint safe with me tell her she aint safe with me
i been reminscing i pray my homie beat the penitentiary
cuz he aint got sh-t on his paperwork but a conviction
i talk to god all the time help me shake my addiction
don’t chase the money
chase the dream
don’t be chasing no b-tches
aye we can chill and we can f-ck don’t be taking no pictures
and every line be really real like i’m reading a scripture
and i get better over time like i’m feeding my pencil
got a lil substance in my rhyme i’m just feeding my mental
been working at enterprise i’m cleaning the rentals
might smoke a blunt to ease my mind and play some instrumentals
dreamteam my enterprise i’m f-cking with the winners
these n-ggas stealing flav and don’t even got the fundamentals
these n-ggas bite yo style and act like it’s coincidental
i’m plotting on a 100 mill we eating steak for dinner
i got yo b-tch a birthday suit she give me cake for dinner
and she gone f-ck the whole crew it ain’t no basic in her

- narleyy lyrics

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