CHRISTIAN Lyrics

So much that I can do when I pray

I'm like God, can't you hear me, won't you say something

'For I do this, wait, what would momma say, fuck it

Oh my god these niggas in the way, nothin

Girl I grew up in a place I could always get hoagies from Wawa

So a lotta my bros prayed to Allah

I was different I aimed to be Christian

But my nigga was aiming a Smiffen

On the block and he slangin to Kristian

Do it all for the chicken Marsala

Cannot look like you slipping on Christmas

Nigga wrist cost a Chevy Impala

He perceptive he know what a lick is

He run up tryna take all his biscuits

Opportunity he couldn't miss it

That lil nigga he might be a problem

Yea, he really been that since a pipsqueak

I might fuck on ya hoe make ya bitch squeak

She like oh my you know where the clit be

No don't interfere, don't you piss me off

It's not a threat it's just risky dawg

I get the drop from the thot that I'm fucking

This dick the incentive to tip me off

Hopefully homie I don't gotta use it, basically saying don't rip me off

Imma just put this lil hand to the side, just incase niggas wan pick me off

So much that I can do when I pray

I'm like God, can't you hear me, won't you say something

'For I do this, wait, what would momma say, nothing

Oh my god these niggas in the way, fuck it

So much that I can do when I pray

I'm like "God, can't you hear me, won't you say something"

'For I do this, wait, what would momma say, fuck it

Oh my god these niggas in the way, nothin