Shorty said i made her late for Sunday service
I'm like okay my bad I got so lost up in the cervix
I don't even sin bad like that
unless it's good burger it's better than murder
lust is just even Mary did fuck like
hold up hold up hold up
what the fuck I look like
life is just one short ride
I got homies doing hella time
they would kill for some pussy
how ungrateful you lookin'
I'd rather go out on top, getting top
that Scully, that x-file
I think I'm doomed now, swear my name was Dumile
[Chorus]
I stopped going to church!
I don't believe in the preacher!
Put it on all of my soul
Niggas is sinning but still good people, still good people
That's why I don't pray (x3)
I just do right best my might and hope I be ok, be ok
I don't pray (x4)
My mama still praying for me, homie
Probably half the reason I still see morning
Cause I barely think about the holy holy
I be busy pouring, I be planning touring
I be so obsessed whats in my bag
I be so obsessed whats in my lap
Still want a Jesus piece, but that's about the faith the least
I be so hungry, I just wanna eat
All my peers rob, steal, kill, deal, feel like they end is near
All my vices entices my soul and my life
I feel I'm addicted to avoiding the right
I don't pray to God now anymore
Rather live than bet it on a winning horse
They wanna end my live but I can't live it short
So I keep some liquor poured and a doobie torched, oh lord
[Chorus]
I stopped going to church!
I don't believe in the preacher!
Put it on all of my soul
Niggas is sinning but still good people, still good people
That's why I don't pray (x3)
I just do right best my might and hope I be ok, be ok
I don't pray (x4)