Church Lyrics

Ain't tryna end up on a shirt

Fuck around, catch the holy ghost in this bih

In church

Pain songs got me feelin' like I'm in church

In church

Pain songs got me feelin' like I'm in

Pain songs got me feelin' like I'm in church

Took too many losses I be damned we don't come in first

In the field with the rocks but I'm actin

like this shit turf

In the field with my Glock I ain't tryna end up on a shirt

I can't tell if he a foe or a friend

They was blind to my vision, they had sheets on they windows

One in the head, hope I don't get hit first

They beefin' bout a bitch, I guess he ain't know it's just his turn

One thing about them hoes, they'll set ya up and shit change

Got my third eye on my bro, I don't know lately shit been strange

If a nigga get too close I step back hit him from mid-range

Take a nigga out and take a bitch right on a dinner date

I told my whoadie play it smart, he tryna rob his mama rent late

Homicide he tryna rob he gon' need more than Kim K and Kanye

Hater blockers, I can't see these fuck niggas behind my shades

When my bitch get older, she gon' still be bad like Lisa Raye

Off this Remy and this Red Bull shawty said that I'm a handful

Smokin' good gas, ain't got no paper roll a damn wood

Tryna maintain my mental health, I been rained on

Weatherman said this shit a pass we in the m same storm

Not fuckin' with them, they just want somebody to put the blame on

Just need somebody I can put this pain on

Pain songs got me feelin' like I'm in church

Took too many losses I be damned we don't come in first

In the field with the rocks but I'm actin like this shit turf

In the field with my Glock I ain't tryna end up on a shirt

Pain songs got me feelin' like I'm in church

Took too many losses I be damned we don't come in first

In the field with the rocks but I'm actin like this shit turf

In the field with my Glock I ain't tryna end up on a shirt

Remember my dawg called me from the hospital, I prayed he got well

We was hittin' licks tryna get rich, know niggas waitin' on mail

We was hittin' licks tryna get rich, know niggas weighin' on scales

They caught him without it and not with it, put that boy on the shelf

Fake love in real life, they say it's real, don't feel right

Miami niggas, my dawg ain't from Pittsburgh, he still ah ride

Police couldn't arrest me, am I free to go I ain't say bye

I know these niggas ain't fuckin' with me even though I stay high

Stay high, I stay high, but that don't mean my pain gone

Still havin' bad weather, who said that the rain gone

It just be how I feel and I don't mean to make these sad songs

Whenever you need me, I'm your backbone

Pain songs got me feelin' like I'm in church

Took too many losses I be damned we don't come in first

In the field with the rocks but I'm actin' like this shit turf

In the field with my Glock I ain't tryna end up on a shirt

Pain songs got me feelin' like I'm in church

Took too many losses I be damned we don't come in first

In the field with the rocks but I'm actin like this shit turf

In the field with my Glock I ain't tryna end up on a shirt

Pain songs got me feelin' like I'm in church