Let me get some more volume in the headphones Real I been on they row Since a choir boy Since Concord Since Concords We been popping Since July 4th Since mom and pop stores Trill shit Niggas pop yours Judge a man by what he ride for Not if he ride foreign Still a nigga love to ride foreign Couple strays in the back As I fade to the black Might of fact Can a nigga get a encore Sir Tim on the keys Like Scotch Scorch Think he in a A-flat Til the wheels go flat If you ever had my back Know I got yours Every nigga round me Put up high scores You gotta check the stats Like fox sports See we all ball together When we all come together That's the perfect harmony Just a choir boy With a few raps stashed In his sock drawer I remember Sister Sneed was like Take The Lead That made a seed From to A to Z A mustard seed And when you get down on both knees I told her mama Pray for me Real Fear of God Genocide We'll wait and see The last supper Just take a seat Until then Sir Tim Play the keys Let it breathe Head in the sand Please don't desert me A nigga far from woke Man please alert me I wonder if I'm worthy I need some mercy I'm pray for a cleansing My feet so dirty I walk by faith I'm approaching 30 Lift me up in your prayers Help me keep me sturdy Please don't judge me Cause you too churchy Living proof You ain't Gotta google search me