Choir Music Lyrics

[Intro]
(SephGotTheWaves)
Ayy, uh, oh
(Ayo Nashi, you go crazy), yeah, uh

[Chorus]
You a ho and your friend too
And I'm tryna f*ck on both them hoes 'cause that's what friends do (Ayy)
She say, "You ain't pickin' up the phone lately," got a lot on my mental
If it ain't about cash, I ain't tryna talk, that shit I ain't into
And I been tryna see what a brick do
I been makin' a brick move (Uh)
Granny like, "You should go to church and join the choir," yeah
To them pills, I lost my main man, R.I.P. Messiah
I been ahead of the game, no cap, I ain't talkin' no umpire
If it's smoke, we leave 'em blinded, yeah

[Verse]
Thirty round drop shells, leave a trace, yeah
I'm in love with blue faces
No heart and I hate it
Kinda glad that I made it
They keep sayin', "You gon' change," yeah
Mulsanne when I'm switchin' lanes, yeah
My stepper don't know what a range is
Took my heart, rearranged it
I'll still take a bitch from a nigga
Bust it down two times, don't care what her name is
They think 'cause we come from nothin' that we dumb or somethin'
Like he don't know where his brain is (Yeah)
Talk about it, try releasing my problems
My mama still mad I ain't got no scholarship (Yeah)
They ain't give a f*ck about me
Why the f*ck would I stay thinkin' I'm what the problem is? (Yeah)
They tried puttin' me with the problem kids
They was happy, but a nigga wasn't proud of it
Took a flight to L.A., learned a lot of shit
I was broke, I ain't have not a pot to piss
Now, look at what I made out of it
And you crazy, you think a nigga goin' back to the slums, yeah, uh
No, you crazy if you think I won't keep my gun

[Chorus]
You a ho and your friend too
And I'm tryna f*ck on both them hoes 'cause that's what friends do (Ayy)
She say, "You ain't pickin' up the phone lately," got a lot on my mental If it ain't about cash, I ain't tryna talk, that shit I ain't into
And I been tryna see what a brick do
I been makin' a brick move (Uh)
Granny like, "You should go to church and join the choir," yeah
To them pills, I lost my main man, R.I.P. Messiah
I been ahead of the game, no cap, I ain't talkin' no umpire
If it's smoke, we leave 'em blinded, yeah

[Verse 2]
Tryna take my mind out to space, yeah
My heart been too vacant
How the f*ck could you take it?
Can you feel when it's racin'?
Put me on your spaceship
Show me different places
You believe I'm gon' make it
Don't leave my mind spacious (Yeah)
Hard to get a little help, I ain't call on nobody
Feel like I don't know where my place is
I'm stuck in a sad place, it's a bad place
Feel like I can't shake it
Granddaddy showed me what game is
Give a f*ck if I'm famous
Even if they put me XXL
We ain't the same, just the same list
I grew up, ain't the same kid
Remember I was the lame kid (Yeah)
Now everybody wanna be my friend
That's all that the fame did (Yeah, uh)
You should be ashamed, nigga, uh
2x the hard way and I still thug inside that hallway, uh
Air it out broad day, we don't give a f*ck what them boys say

[Chorus]
You a ho and your friend too
And I'm tryna f*ck on both them hoes 'cause that's what friends do (Ayy)
She say, "You ain't pickin' up the phone lately," got a lot on my mental
If it ain't about cash, I ain't tryna talk, that shit I ain't into
And I been tryna see what a brick do
I been makin' a brick move (Uh)
Granny like, "You should go to church and join the choir," yeah
To them pills, I lost my main man, R.I.P. Messiah
I been ahead of the game, no cap, I ain't talkin' no umpire
If it's smoke, we leave 'em blinded, yeah

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