No Dope On Sundays (Feat. Pusha T)

The call has gone out responses have come and we bless God for our brother who's given God his life Is there anything you'd like to say Lord saved an angel I came not to call the righteous Watch over my own but the sinners to repentance Luke 5:32 They say gangsters don't pray I beg to differ We pray every night We pray every night to make it out of these struggles We pray all the time to make it out of this hell that we stuck in CyHi Real gangsters don't wanna be in the streets Yeah no dope on Sundays That's only if you really out here getting money No dope on Sundays You know the trap back boomin' Monday But no dope on Sundays When you out here dirty this the day you do laundry No dope on Sundays But any other day it's rain sleet or sunny Nah I ain't a street nigga just a nigga in the street Any other day than Sunday I can get you what you need I'm talking like a couple kis want a mil come fuck with me Pounds of kush come hustle these the cars we push is luxury Oh I heard you want the lean now that's not my cup of tea But I can pull a few strings let me work my puppetry Anything from crack to puppy food Why you think I bank with Chase I'm everywhere the money move My Hyundai crews making plays my operation running smooth Brought a tool just in case these niggas in a grumpy mood Oh I heard they 'bout that gunplay cool we 'bout that gunplay too My rendezvous made the front page news I like my hundreds blue Chucking Jews taking strippers out of town on honeymoons Leave they kids with they grandma so they go to Sunday school My nigga hit my phone and said he need a hundred cool I said Let me hit my folks but you know the only rule Yeah no dope on Sundays That's only if you really out here getting money No dope on Sundays You know the trap back boomin' Monday No dope on Sundays When you out here dirty this the day you do laundry No dope on Sundays But any other day it's rain sleet or sunny I been in the streets since 16 ya dig How many zips in a elbow is 16 ya dig Niggas seem to forget how much clean I done hid Remember sneaking in the club with the thing-a-ma-jig My OG pulled up on the scene in a wig When you running from the feds you can't be seen by the pigs Y'all don't know all the things I seen and I did Being in the dope game was never my dream as a kid But I got better plans though ain't nowhere I can't go Trip to Amsterdam I tell a grandma netherland hoes Boy I'm living off my art like I'm selling Van Goghs I'm all about the cream I got Method Man goals My dawgs just left the bando so hater never stand close Before my partner up the Sig and leave you second-hand smoked I'ma rain on ya so let the weatherman know In all the ghettos of America all the way to Redan Road No dope on Sundays Lex Luger on the beat so what the fuck you think I work the graveyard shift that's how we made our chips Bunch of AR clips I pulled his KR dip When a young nigga die we live our day the darkest Boosie Badazz I'm down to catch a fade if y'all lit We was the type to shoot a nigga dead and pray that y'all live So we can swing by your house and come and spray at 'all crib Had the trap on Cleveland Ave by the K-Mart bitch I brought them bags to the hood and made 'em slang our shit In Atlanta y'all don't know how good my face card is Turned the racetrack on Bouldercrest to a baseball field It's safe to say it's all real but my scars is all healed 'Cause I been stabbed in the back more times than Paul Pierce But enough about my past it's time to save our kids So our sons will never have to live the way we all did If you trap a nigga trap to send your daughter off to college If you trap a nigga trap to get your mother out the projects If you trap a nigga trap to get yo' people out the streets Oh you trapping just to be trapping Oh you trapping for these freaks But if you a real trap nigga do me one favor And tell all my partners in Decatur No dope on Sundays I work the graveyard shift that's how we made our chips Bunch of AR clips I pulled his KR dip When a young nigga die we live our day the darkest Boosie Badazz I'm down to catch a fade if y'all lit Started out trapping tryna get the new Bo's Then I realized what I did for them hoes When recognized what you did to your nose I couldn't justify what I did to my bro Fed an addiction I just let it snow Failed my religion I couldn't let it go Fell in addiction I just chased the glow See you don't need the drums when you just talking what you know See what I seen nigga snitching on the low Niggas coming home niggas out here acting like you owe The truth is you love 'em but they putting on a show You gotta cash 'em out and validate to everyone they know Times changing it's hard for some to grow And the conversations are no longer Man we 'bout to blow I wanna see you back up on your feet and that's fa' sho' The whole city know I've done enough so there's no mo' I work the graveyard shift that's how we made our chips Bunch of AR clips I pulled his KR dip When a young nigga die we live our day the darkest Boosie Badazz I'm down to catch a fade if y'all lit I'm glad you gave me this shit with like no drums I just wanted to like I was tryna make it as conversational as possible 'cause it's just conversation CyHi The Prynce my nigga for life Push But Peter said unto him Thy money perish with thee because thou hast thought that the gift of God may be purchased with money Acts 8:20