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Church On Sunday (Clean)

No Tellin'

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I got war wounds on my arms Yeah
I got footprints on my lungs Yeah
Know them niggas
tryna come and kill me
If I die, I'ma die a don Yeah
I got two seats in the Lam'
I got four seats in the Don
I can only fit six people
Ain't no tellin', bro, where we goin'
No tellin', yeah
If I go to jail, I'ma kill my celly, yeah
I'ma get thug life
tatted on my belly, yeah
Every time we take out an opp
we drop confetti, yeah
No tellin', yeah

Grandma stressed out
'cause the bills due
When you goin' through it
they don't feel you
Put you in interrogation, drill you
When you comin' up, they wanna kill you
Got a lot of home boys dead and gone
I'm the realest nigga
they done lived through
Feds, fuck them
I was talkin' on the phone
They was tryna investigate the real you
I can't lie, when I first came in
I was tryna buy some work for the ten
Then I went from a Honda to a Benz
Money, it'll turn your foes to your friends
I got thirty-two choppers in my van
I know God won't forgive me for my sin
I'll go to war with them niggas again
I'll put a hollow tip in your chin

I got war wounds on my arms Yeah
I got footprints on my lungs Yeah
Know them niggas
tryna come and kill me
If I die, I'ma die a don Yeah
I got two seats in the Lam'
I got four seats in the Don
I can only fit six people
Ain't no tellin', bro, where we goin'
No tellin', yeah
If I go to jail, I'ma kill my celly, yeah
I'ma get thug life
tatted on my belly, yeah
Every time we take out an opp
we drop confetti, yeah
No tellin', yeah

Truth be told, since a nigga got rich
Everybody
they done changed on me Yeah
Truth be told, since a nigga
fucked your bitch
It ain't really been the same
homie Yeah
Truth be told
when you go and hit a mission
You ain't gotta take the gang, homie No
Truth be told
everybody that you takin'
with you probably might sing on you
Be careful who you send a hit through
Be careful who you send your bitch to
Be careful who you put your life
on the line for
'cause they won't miss you
The same bitch you got money with
The same bitch that'll diss you
When you broke as fuck
they'll tear you down
When you come up, they'll assist you

I got war wounds on my arms Yeah
I got footprints on my lungs Yeah
Know them niggas
tryna come and kill me
If I die, I'ma die a don Yeah
I got two seats in the Lam'
I got four seats in the Don
I can only fit six people
Ain't no tellin', bro, where we goin'
No tellin', yeah
If I go to jail, I'ma kill my celly, yeah
I'ma get thug life
tatted on my belly, yeah
Every time we take out an opp
we drop confetti, yeah
No tellin', yeah