Obie Trice Chuuuurch Lyrics

Semi on the couch, 3 bullets up in the cartridge

Four runnin the house hopefully God can vouch for us

We outlaws

Dropped out of school so momma trusting the lord with some Ralph on

Identity crisis when the Trice’s divorced

So the enemy’s trifling like my pop, no remorse

I outsource

Get the illest nigga on the block who will bust off a shot for him

Find a little spot, some hood home

Eighteen now, niggas getting they thug on

Gotta get this paper nigga’s getting they drug on

Haters see us caking know they gettin’ they mug on

Homie losing focus, he don’t wanna traffic

He pullin’ pistols out on nigga’s up in traffic

Jumpin’ in they classic,s fucking with the maggots

Got us looking hot, you know that end up being tragic

Tell a boy stop, I ain’t got the audacity

I just wanna cop, he furious passing me

Know the streets watch but him nigga’s is tagging me

Say you see O? That’s for the car jackin’ me

Know I keep the mac on me

Living out here carelessly

Ended up burying I’m listening to the pastor preach

Now I face [?] earth askin’ what it’s worth

My sons in the dirt, my nigga got me in the church

Thinking I’ll fuck around catch 5

I’m up here in the church

Reading Psalm 4 through 5

Homie got me in the church

Look in the box he ain’t alive

He got me in the church

I’m in the church

Church

Mommy outta high school, voided her college scholarship

She want higher knowledge afford, that mean she gotta strip

Round this bitch, taintin’ her little purity

All she banking on is Cartier’s and some jewelry

Winning at the poles, hoes, see her body tough

No ass shots, mommy just give Pilates up

Why they wanna body her, just for tryna make a buck

The Devil done embodied her, now she don’t give a fuck

Ain’t about college now it’s about a dollar

She turnt up, hottest in the city, most popular

Ballers want a shot at her, fly her out do shots with her

Non-stop shopping for the number one ass dropper

Devil got binoculars, homie got a wife he’s stalking her through metropolis

Tryna get the drop on her but, she ain’t contacted Joy from Cheaters

[?] with them heaters

Put her fucking cleavage beneath us

Make her family grieve know the streets is devious

Birth name Eve, better known for her apple

Them nigga’s blew tree then filled her up with ammo

Turned her in the trunk she was missing for weeks

Made her an example for nigga’s to cheat

Shorty was my peeps man may she rest in piece fam

Obituary in here, let’s take a seat

She got me in the Church

Thinking I’ll fuck around catch 5

I’m up here in the church

Reading Psalm 4 through 5

She got me in the church

Look in the box she ain’t alive

She got me in the church

I’m in the church

Church

We ain’t in the queue less there’s a body to view

Old folks say nigga’s irresponsible

If he ain’t at the alter meeting our father

Most nigga’s say why bother

Unless it’s life altering, then we need Bishop [?]

Show us an see something different

Lost so many friends it’s religious

They in a penitentiary that’s 72 inches beneath

Believe in the creator but Sunday’s we gettin’ paper

Funny how money come up before nigga’s save ya

Some don’t come up, sending out prayers

Ain’t trying to preach just speaking on our behavior

Being in the church that’s somebody close hurt

Spirit leave the earth put his shell in the dirt

Shells scattered all over the turf

First 48 investigation’s a blur

How that look as a murderer up in the church

Sitting next to the nigga mother I done murked

Demons get to working, palms get to sweating and

Heaven’s looking far fetched fuck what the reverend say

Me I’m just praying man that I keep a steady hand

When them Devil’s is ready to start spraying

Take me off the lamb, RIP my brand

So my fans and family can see me land

Right up in the church

Thinking I’ll fuck around catch 5

I’m up here in the church

They reading Psalm 1 through 5

Nigga got me in the church

Look in the box I ain’t alive

I’m up here in the church

I’m in the church

Church