ayo rise in the am early morning laying i just wanna stay in i just wanna lay in pops like get your ass up stop the faking we already late and sunday morning waking faking like my stomachs aching moms pull out clothes just for sundays best occasion bowtie no lie church shoes was aching 80 degree weather in a blazer body blazing already cant wait until this day end just a little nigga that would rather be home video gaming now we on our way in deacon speaking preacher preaching to that congregation mason minds wandering off not hearing that man of the cloth talk about that man on the cross now we back to praying old ladies with church fans screaming out amen looking at that painting on the stained glass watching while that collection plate pass tithes offering to me its all the same cash fast forward got older a younging thats gone bad let me rephrase that a younging that went down that wrong path no matter how religious moms or pops was steal at the counters went to cop some product of that environment i was in once i left that front door i could have been out of here bullets flying is the norm so most kids walk without a fear friends dying is the norm so they walk without a tear rather tat it on their face to whos wait while the old head is yellin its never too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late too late