"EAST SAINT BOOPIE" lyrics
Don't look at me, God said it (Uh-huh)
But I'm the one gon' do it (Yeah)
Devil told God to pull the plug on me, I started movin'
My life in the bars, but He gave me freedom, this more than music
Where I'm from, make sure you tell 'em, Boopie from East Saint Louis
Keep it low, stood under Jesus, that mean I understood it (Huh)
God took my life, altar to the stage, we overtook it
Every song that come out too hard, I think I overcook 'em
If it can't come up under Jesus, I gotta overlook it (Yeah)
Zach, Tay, Keymani, and Kemvi, yeah them the boogie troops
Only took twelve to flip the world, yeah this ain't nothin' new
Copy that, mission too dangerous, yeah we gon' need a few
Carltons with Gully and Boos, we headed to the loot
Born by the river on sides, the same thing
Fatherlessness ruinin' happy homes, the same pain
Every side thinkin' it's freedom, caught by the same chain
Every side gonna end up cryin' out to the same name
Bald heads, two two-threes bussin', that's double Michael Jordan
Tryna bring hope to the steppers, me, I prefer the Forces
If you ain't really from, guy I love you, quit tryna force it
Please don't pay that price for that gangster life, you can't afford it
God put the space in my voice, they hate us, they can't distort it
It ain't really no plan B, baby you can't abort it
God finna do somethin' special and you can't screen record it
Just sit back, relax, and throw all your worship into the orbit
Mm, I ain't mystical, I'm spiritual (You hear me?)
I ain't come from no monkey, I'm a miracle (You hear me?)
I ain't gon' lie, when they be lyin' it be lyrical
Before I had a brand it was off-brand cereal (You hear me?)
Whole house smelled like fried rice and veg soda (Yeah)
Granny be callin' on God but got a Motorola (On me though)
Devil close, Jesus comin' closer, thought I told ya (Okay)
Switch gang, went from Pennywise to penny loafers
East bookie, thirty-eight to state that's what I scream and shout
Only a little bit of money comin' in, we had to thug it out
Me and my cousins used to stay fightin', they made us hug it out (Right)
God came in and ran up the score, we couldn't sub Him out so
Don't look at me, God said it (Uh-huh)
But I'm the one gon' do it (Yeah)
Devil told God to pull the plug on me, I started movin'
My life in the bars, but He gave me freedom, this more than music
Where I'm from, make sure you tell 'em, Boopie from East Saint Louis
Keep it low, stood under Jesus, that mean I understood it (Huh)
God took my life, altar to the stage, we overtook it
Every song that come out too hard, I think I overcook 'em
If it can't come up under Jesus, I gotta overlook it (Yeah)
Oh, you really hate it when you told me what I'm gon' be
I know the truth about your type, y'all lonely
Alright, I got God on the phone, don't be phony
The too tough flakes, and it's corny
Folks knockin', had to play sleep so they don't come inside
Click-clackin', shots in the crowd, we had to run and hide
My big brother had to play father figure since daddy died
He came back from college a stepper with the Spirit inside
Lovin' God's people, man you gotta be willin' to cry
Jesus, my wife, mama, the body, I'm willin' to die
Corey, Michael, Kelly, and Shaney-poo, I'm willin' to die
I'ma keep pourin' my life as long as I'm feelin' alive
East Saint Louis is that whole reason
Just anointed inside, we bein' skipped over
You know what I'm sayin'?
But I'm the one gon' do it (Yeah)
Devil told God to pull the plug on me, I started movin'
My life in the bars, but He gave me freedom, this more than music
Where I'm from, make sure you tell 'em, Boopie from East Saint Louis
Keep it low, stood under Jesus, that mean I understood it (Huh)
God took my life, altar to the stage, we overtook it
Every song that come out too hard, I think I overcook 'em
If it can't come up under Jesus, I gotta overlook it (Yeah)
Zach, Tay, Keymani, and Kemvi, yeah them the boogie troops
Only took twelve to flip the world, yeah this ain't nothin' new
Copy that, mission too dangerous, yeah we gon' need a few
Carltons with Gully and Boos, we headed to the loot
Born by the river on sides, the same thing
Fatherlessness ruinin' happy homes, the same pain
Every side thinkin' it's freedom, caught by the same chain
Every side gonna end up cryin' out to the same name
Bald heads, two two-threes bussin', that's double Michael Jordan
Tryna bring hope to the steppers, me, I prefer the Forces
If you ain't really from, guy I love you, quit tryna force it
Please don't pay that price for that gangster life, you can't afford it
God put the space in my voice, they hate us, they can't distort it
It ain't really no plan B, baby you can't abort it
God finna do somethin' special and you can't screen record it
Just sit back, relax, and throw all your worship into the orbit
Mm, I ain't mystical, I'm spiritual (You hear me?)
I ain't come from no monkey, I'm a miracle (You hear me?)
I ain't gon' lie, when they be lyin' it be lyrical
Before I had a brand it was off-brand cereal (You hear me?)
Whole house smelled like fried rice and veg soda (Yeah)
Granny be callin' on God but got a Motorola (On me though)
Devil close, Jesus comin' closer, thought I told ya (Okay)
Switch gang, went from Pennywise to penny loafers
East bookie, thirty-eight to state that's what I scream and shout
Only a little bit of money comin' in, we had to thug it out
Me and my cousins used to stay fightin', they made us hug it out (Right)
God came in and ran up the score, we couldn't sub Him out so
Don't look at me, God said it (Uh-huh)
But I'm the one gon' do it (Yeah)
Devil told God to pull the plug on me, I started movin'
My life in the bars, but He gave me freedom, this more than music
Where I'm from, make sure you tell 'em, Boopie from East Saint Louis
Keep it low, stood under Jesus, that mean I understood it (Huh)
God took my life, altar to the stage, we overtook it
Every song that come out too hard, I think I overcook 'em
If it can't come up under Jesus, I gotta overlook it (Yeah)
Oh, you really hate it when you told me what I'm gon' be
I know the truth about your type, y'all lonely
Alright, I got God on the phone, don't be phony
The too tough flakes, and it's corny
Folks knockin', had to play sleep so they don't come inside
Click-clackin', shots in the crowd, we had to run and hide
My big brother had to play father figure since daddy died
He came back from college a stepper with the Spirit inside
Lovin' God's people, man you gotta be willin' to cry
Jesus, my wife, mama, the body, I'm willin' to die
Corey, Michael, Kelly, and Shaney-poo, I'm willin' to die
I'ma keep pourin' my life as long as I'm feelin' alive
East Saint Louis is that whole reason
Just anointed inside, we bein' skipped over
You know what I'm sayin'?
