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letra de tec in the church - jarren benton

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[verse 1: jarren benton]
hopsin put me on in this b-tch, i wish you the best fam
i was thinking ’bout murking the whole staff of def jam
n-ggas sleeping on me like a m-th-f-cking craftmatic
counted me out, guess these f-ggots bad at they mathematics
cursing god like “why the f-ck you take my brother?”
prescription pills to c0ke, guess i love the feel of these uppers
arguing n-ggas cause pac wasn’t in my top five
you don’t f-ck with me hoe, you die from carbon monoxide
f-ck the small talk, my blood pressure boiling
if i wanna shoot this sh-t, i pop this pistol at the toilet
a new year, f-ck this nice guy sh-t
if you ain’t rocking with my clique, n-gga bite my d-ck (blegh)
and lord knows i keep something by the torso
as long as my baby’s straight f-ck y’all award show
praying on my downfall, want my soul to leave the earth
put a hole in a n-gga’s chest just like a yeezy shirt
i’mma feed the needy first
ill n-gga, need a nurse
i ain’t forget you b-tches just spat on me when you seen me hurt
hey we done been to h-ll, i’m wishing my n-ggas well
threw my n-gga something on his books when he was sitting in jail
time flies like looking good, n-gga true
cashing checks doing the soulja boy, n-gga youuu!
n-ggas dying over repping they turf
never know, so i’m praying with my tec in the church

[hook: jarren benton]
so they praying on my downfall
(n-gga praying on my downfall)
bout to knock a n-gga crown off
(knock a n-gga crown off)
oh lord i wish a n-gga would
(wish a n-gga would)
cup of henny got me feelin’ good
(got me feelin’ good)
oh what a feelin’ dog
(what a feelin’ dog)
bout to count a hundred million dog
(a hundred million dog)
throw it up
n-ggas reppin’ they turf
never know
so i’m praying with my tec in the church

[verse 2: locksmith]
i was told to bring a tec to the church and a bible to the trap
the only method that’s vital for survival is a strap
my little cousin was murdered i was stifled by the act
so when these n-ggas yap about violence i’m biased to they raps
i’m here to rescue you
dest-tute spilling out of your breaths of truth
only benefits who is honest, that’s how you execute
watch who you pillow talk with, that’s how they retribute
these b-tches use social media like a confession booth
stay to myself, tread light, and keep my standards up
i was in a sp-ce financially where my hands were cuffed
i was in a sp-ce creatively where i had enough
started releasing the music i made for myself so now the fans rush
sunday mornings at st. john’s in bay view
young adolescents distorted we had the same view
dice games in the bas-m-nt repping our turf
bumping strange, you could say we had a tech in the church

[hook]
so they praying on my downfall
(n-gga praying on my downfall)
bout to knock a n-gga crown off
(knock a n-gga crown off)
oh lord i wish a n-gga would
(wish a n-gga would)
cup of henny got me feelin’ good
(got me feelin’ good)
oh what a feelin’ dog
(what a feelin’ dog)
bout to count a hundred million dog
(a hundred million dog)
throw it up
n-ggas reppin’ they turf
never know
so i’m praying with my tec in the church

[verse 3: joyner lucas]
okay, i’m ready to die
brrra, you waving that tec in the sky
you ready or not?
i enter the block leave all of you dead in a box
who the f-ck is you, pac?
the f-ck is you biggie? i never get love from the city
i never got sh-t, just a couple a t-tties
a couple a pennies and plenty of haters and tricks
go fix your mouth before you get back handed
i’m from a bottled of rap planet where these hoes think i’m half-spanish
the truth is i’m an afghan, i’m half-black but i act frantic
i grab xanax and pop vikes and then make a crack sandwich
i’m mad at you
you would never keep your word, you’re such a crook
i can’t trust you, you’ll say anything for a couple bucks
that’s f-cking nuts
word to karen civil, you f-cking sl-t
you’s just a thot and your mouth is as loose as your tw-t
i know who is you not, f-ck you and that louis you got
with my money taking vacations and sucking noodles and c-cks
they got proof you a fraudulent f-ck with a vince carter neck
crooked weave and some funny t-ts
and the face of a lumpy d-ck, my n-gga f-ck this b-tch
sh-t, i hope my 50k was worth it
or your pimping days are murdered, you done bit the blade on purpose
i know this gon’ make you nervous
who the f-ck did you encourage?
hillary clinton ain’t gon’ like this, she’s standing next to a serpent
i’m standing next to your merchant
writing curses in cursive all over your f-cking he-rs-s
get froggy, you’s just a hermit
b-tch go get your f-cking hair did
how old is that sh-t?
i should wrap my d-ck around you and make you choke that sh-t, b-tch

[hook]
so they praying on my downfall
(n-gga praying on my downfall)
bout to knock a n-gga crown off
(knock a n-gga crown off)
oh lord i wish a n-gga would
(wish a n-gga would)
cup of henny got me feelin’ good
(got me feelin’ good)
oh what a feelin’ dog
(what a feelin’ dog)
bout to count a hundred million dog
(a hundred million dog)
throw it up
n-ggas reppin’ they turf
never know
so i’m praying with my tec in the church

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