"CONGREGATION" lyrics

(Dun-dun, dun)
Nah, for real, nigga
Johnny motherfuckin' Blaze
Nigga

Trap runnin' through lead, I might need four pencils
She cook me dinner after sex, her love for sure special
Shorty gotta love Jesus, so that's just for essentials
We in church so let's be more respectful
She try to suck me in the congregation
In other words, I had to box with Satan
No disrespect, the church is sacred places
So I just took her to the whip, we fuck and then we racin'
A slave master with the whip, these chains all but racist
Now every single diamond white just like the massa's faces
No catchin' cases
My nut is white, it match her braces
I light a match inside the room filled with kerosene
Boom, y'all is dead on scene
Who servin' ketamine?
You gotta give it to that tranquilizer
It calm the fiends down at the table when they need it, like an appetizer
They gettin' hungry for a fix, they need another fire
They start to nibble on they fingers, cocaine pacifier (Let me get it back)
Nigga, you always problem instigatin', you the amplifier
Look a little closer, you the problem, need a magnifier
I need a MAC to fire, gun keep jammin' on the wire (Grr, baow, baow-baow)
I tried to shoot him once, I noticed bro's a fuckin' liar (Baow, baow)
That shit is disrespectful (Nigga), for real
Mm, but anyways, this bitch cooked dinner, man, she way too special
As long as she do dishes, baby, I'ma get a neck full
To me, an angel's face what she resemble, it's Blaze