GOSPEL (Feat. Chance The Rapper, Gucci Mane & YK Osiris)

Ohh Yeah, it's like, it's like some of that ghetto gospel shit Yeah, yeah (oh Lord, Jetson made another one) This shit right here sound like some gospel I lost my daddy the same week that they lost Nipsey (Nipsey, yeah) Ain't got no love left in my heart, my shit be empty (empty, yeah, yeah) I'm ready to fire on all my opps, let a nigga tempt me (yeah, yeah, yeah) And the day I die, I bet lil' Jon goin' down in history 'Cause I've been solo, ridin' dolo, I've been stuntin' No, hoe, it's a no-go, I don't want you (yeah) And everybody wonderin' why he come around and don't say nothin' 'Cause it been so long, it been so long I came from nothin' Lemme pop my shit I came from shit, three of us and my mom, she couldn't pay rent Two jobs, all alone, she couldn't quit We was home alone when we was jits That was before I was grown, before I was on I ain't had no shoes, I ain't had no clothes Lemme wear your shoes, lemme fuck your bitch I ain't had no car, I ain't had no whip Wonder why a nigga cover his ears when y'all talk 'Cause it ain't nobody could tell me shit I spent 30K on my daughter birthday, everybody had fun Nigga, everybody lit When a nigga go home, I don't answer my phone Everybody want to leech, everybody want a loan Everybody wanna talk, everybody wanna clique I don't wanna be friends and get off my dick I ain't had time to think, I ain't had time to breathe I've been prayin' to the Lord, I've been talkin' on my knees I been thinkin' 'bout my pops, I been thinkin' about my opps Thinkin' how can I stop me a nigga when he breathin' When a nigga play with me, I ain't lookin' for my phone I ain't finna drive away, I ain't lookin' for my keys The fuck these niggas know about me? This shit right here sound like some gospel I lost my daddy the same week that they lost Nipsey (Nipsey, yeah) Ain't got no love left in my heart, my shit be empty (empty, yeah, yeah) I'm ready to fire on all my opps, let a nigga tempt me (yeah, yeah, yeah) And the day I die, I bet lil' Jon goin' down in history 'Cause I've been solo, ridin' dolo, I've been stuntin' No, hoe, it's a no-go, I don't want you (I don't want nothin', yeah, yeah) And everybody wonderin' why he come around and don't say nothin' 'Cause it been so long, it been so long (Chance The Rapper) I came from nothin' (yeah, yeah) Put yourself in my shoes, like I abandoned the race And you ran in my place Shoes too big, but they use hair strands as a lace, and they break When it's hot outside, you don't want fans in your face (ah) But you might want a fan in your face When yo' man got a heat and the hand in the waist (band) Gotta keep a cool head, niggas got PTSD these days (yeah) Some folks ain't live to see these days (yeah) I be in the lab like Dex, coolin', takin' these Dee Dee breaks (long) The PD way, I could write a book like TD Jakes (yeah, yeah) Walkin' 'round my city in some house shoes Know that they always wanted someone they could honk and shout to (yeah, yeah) Just gotta remember, got a family in the house, too (yeah, yeah) Don't get caught up with the one that still function without you (yeah, yeah) This shit right here sound like some gospel I lost my daddy the same week that they lost Nipsey (Nipsey, yeah) Ain't got no love left in my heart, my shit be empty (empty, yeah, yeah) I'm ready to fire on all my opps, let a nigga tempt me (yeah, yeah, yeah) And the day I die, I bet lil' Jon goin' down in history 'Cause I've been solo, ridin' dolo, I've been stuntin' No, hoe, it's a no-go, I don't want you (yeah) And everybody wonderin' why he come around and don't say nothin' 'Cause it been so long, it been so long I came from nothin' I'm the only nigga left, homie It ain't right how they all went left on me Niggas took my heart and they stepped on it (wow) Lately, I've been hangin' by myself, homie (huh) These fuck niggas made me sick, they got me nauseous (ugh) Paranoid, all this money movin' cautious (cautious) Flippin' quarters on a corner to a baller (skrrt) Run up on Gucci, you gon' see the coroner Bright carats on my chest not pointers (brrr) Paris Fashion Week, fresh like a foreigner (huh) Nigga tried to rob me, now he a goner (whew) Gucci Mane preach the gospel to the mourners (Wop, yeah) This shit right here sound like some gospel I lost my daddy the same week that they lost Nipsey (Nipsey, yeah) Ain't got no love left in my heart, my shit be empty (empty, yeah, yeah) I'm ready to fire on all my opps, let a nigga tempt me (yeah, yeah, yeah) And the day I die, I bet lil' Jon goin' down in history 'Cause I've been solo, ridin' dolo, I've been stuntin' No, hoe, it's a no-go, I don't want you (yeah) And everybody wonderin' why he come around and don't say nothin' 'Cause it been so long, it been so long I came from nothin'