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Church On Sunday (Clean)

Court Tomorrow

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Tahj Money
D Major, baby
I gave you niggas my heart
and this how you treat me
Know what I'm sayin'
See the thing is, I was with them niggas
but they wasn't with me
I was just too blind to see
Selfish

Good night
I gotta wake up early morning
I got court tomorrow
I ain't breakin' out the old school
'til it's up to par
Ain't gon' stop 'til I put grandmama
in that four car garage
I can't give up on my brothers
they all that I got
Believe me
Where I come from, ain't no way
I swear to God, believe me
Every time I open up to her
I swear she leave me
I don't get no phone calls
from 'em 'less they need me, yeah

Take a sip
I want two shots of the Henn'
I been goin' through it lately
bumpin' 2Pac in my Benz
But it's all good, baby
I got two Glocks in my jeans Uh-huh
I got one bitch at the crib
she left two socks in my den
I ain't ever get a chance
to let my fans know
what I'm goin' through Goin' through
Goin' to court every day
swear to God, bro
I'm fightin' for my life Fight
Don't be ashamed to tell people
now if your money gettin' tight Tight
Pray to God it'll be aight
Pray to God it'll be aight
I got the same niggas with me
but I got new styles Corporate
I got the same haters mad
but I got a new Lam' Fuck 'em
I got the same mama
went and bought her a new Jag I love you
I got the same bitches with me
went and bought a new bag I love you

I gotta wake up early morning
I got court tomorrow
I ain't breakin' out the old school
'til it's up to par
Ain't gon' stop 'til I put grandmama
in that four car garage
I can't give up on my brothers
they all that I got
Believe me
Where I come from, ain't no way
I swear to God, believe me
Every time I open up to her
I swear she leave me
I don't get no phone calls
from 'em 'less they need me, yeah

I stopped actin' tough and hard
when I realized I was gangster
If you thinkin' I'm not smart
what the fuck you niggas thinkin'
I mean, multimillionaire shit
Welcome to the entertainment business
bitch
Booty went gold Facts
Hip Hopper too Facts
I'm a platinum selling artist Me
what about you
Don't believe the hype Nope
when them niggas say they got you No
I can't be scared of heights No
I gotta go in the sky too
Everybody gotta die one day
everybody can't eat off one plate
Everybody need they own lunch
tray Shit good
Every nigga ain't Jay-Z Yeah
Every chick ain't Beyonce Yeah
Fuck boy wanna race me
And I'm goin' down a one way
If I win, pay me or it's gunplay

I gotta wake up early morning
I got court tomorrow
I ain't breakin' out the old school
'til it's up to par
Ain't gon' stop 'til I put grandmama
in that four car garage
I can't give up on my brothers
they all that I got
Believe me
Where I come from, ain't no way
I swear to God, believe me
Every time I open up to her
I swear she leave me
I don't get no phone calls
from 'em 'less they need me, yeah