Really thinkin’ I should go talk to the reverend
If I go kill a man, will I still make it into heaven?
If I go kill a man, will I still keep getting these blessings?
Or should I just fall back and let these p#ss# n#gg#s keep flexing?
Been thinkin’ I should go talk to the priest
Like do she really love me, or is she really for the streets?
Like do she really feel she’ll find a n#gg# that’s better than me?
If so, I’ll let you go, won’t do no trippin’, you can up and leave
I ain’t got time to chase no hoe, I’m way too busy chasing commas
I ain’t got time to beef with none of you n#gg#s I’m busy doing numbers
Came a long way off the corner, ain’t no label could persuade me
I’m in New York riding in a foreign feeling just like Jay-Z
Double R, I’m rich and retarded, I got my blicky
I don’t give a f#ck about NY gun laws, still got it with me
Ever since they freed the n#gg#, I been going loco with them pesos
Designer on my body, and my pockets stuffed with bankrolls
Really thinkin’ I should go talk to the reverend
If I go kill a man, will I still make it into heaven?
If I go kill a man, will I still keep getting these blessings?
Or should I just fall back and let these p#ss# n#gg#s keep flexing?
Been thinkin’ I should go talk to the priest
Like do she really love me, or is she really for the streets?
Like do she really feel she’ll find a n#gg# that’s better than me?
If so, I’ll let you go, won’t do no trippin’, you can up and leave
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