human beings in a mob what s a mob to a king what s a king to a god what s a god to a non believer who don t believe in anything will he make it out alive alright alright no church in the wild prime 112 behind the double doors as i rewind the devils floors paths cross of course your life lost patience a virtue heard that you re the boss your informant s correct now give me enormous respect cornered the game record label on his chain right hand on the bible watch the flow catch flame margielas on her feet now she riding with a lame all jealous in the jeep all the lil homies wanna eat but we never settle beef so settle your debts before there s any regrets gino do the graffitti and black evander with the tech my girls say that i m a mess dj khaled say i m the best and my city do too 20 in the trunk that s how city boys move 8 9 now the crib got a view mandarin manicure dea in pursuit champagne and a rolex rose no church for a d boy let s pray human beings in a mob what s a mob to a king what s a king to a god what s a god to a non believer who don t believe in anything will he make it out alive alright alright no church in the wild ain t no church in the wild for a nigga like me in the game so foul in a world full of sin where the love flow thin and the pain run deep cause it s blood in the streets see the stains on the money no love for the weak where it rain never sunny just mud on a beach where a hater sticks to you like mud on a cleat thanksgiving with them birds just drugs for a feast young un only 13 with a snub in his fleece even though his heart s cold he in love with the heat see the high in his eyes hear the slugs in his speech from the bottom out of philly i emerge from the east peace at the dealer talking bugatti talk you never heard it like luminati talk tell em haters that it s my mama fault breaking bricks you would think we talking karate talk young niggas with old money never trust a nigga that said let me hold something never trust a bitch that tell you she ain t blown nothing the weathermen ain t never tell me bout these cold summers tears dripped on my dad casket niggas turned me into a bastard glock 40 on me is plastic get to reaching i m squeezing on him and clapping and i ain t talking bout assemblies i m talking headshots where niggas won t remember me i asked god please remove my enemies i was surprised when i lost niggas that was friends of me  human beings in a mob what s a mob to a king what s a king to a god what s a god to a non believer who don t believe in anything will he make it out alive alright alright no church in the wild8