Church Fan (feat. Conway The Machine & Jae Skeese)

I keep on patching in without a cross stitch
My crafts fine art, if you indoors
You should have raised your paddle like a forklift
The trife life is infamous for sending shook ones on up north trips
My net worth since opposite of the Forbes list
It's hard shit
The options is limited
See, they told me to build a fire that you profit from kindling
That DW piece is emerald cut, rocks in the emblem
It's a pool in that yacht, then I'm swimming in
I still know where I came from though
I ain't forgot, I remember it
The streets is not for the timid
You gotta be millitant
Lil girl was fourteen, got robbed of her innocence
My pain provided profit and the profit is instantaneous
Ah, the view inside our ghettos don't contain them positive images
Niggas on the block
They totting Glocks and rocking they grimaces
Trauma delivered 'em, vodka was sipping it
Butterscotch suede stock on they Timberlands
Tell me
Is this how God created man from the start of our Genesis?
I create these flows and drop me a gem in it
Blowing brains like a shotty to Remington
Yeah, we back moving
My mans scoring like T-Mac, Houston
All red with a ski mask shooting
That boy was issuing threats
But I don't really think he that stupid
Shoot out your leg, got your knee cap blew in
Leg shot, he in the triage wounded
Thinking if he want his fam part of a repass movement
That mental clarity set in as he had leaked that fluid
You understand the real when
Life deliver the message 'cause it's reaped that fluent (Reap that)
What's more important?
The revenge or being there for his family?
That's like asking me if I wanna watch my daughter walk across the stage
Or if I wanna be there for the Grammys
Had to learn it ain't for me if it don't enhance me or advance me

Know what it is, nigga, big DrumWork shit
Know when you see that DW, you know what it is
High power rap, nigga
Step the lyrics up fucking with us, nigga
Cypher with anybody
We back, hip-hop is back, nigga
Conductor, we have a problem
Yeah, Machine, baby
Praise, praise the Lord, everybody
Praise the Lord, everybody
Now everything that have breath do what?
God is good, what?
And all the time, God is what?
He's good
He's goody
Goody, goody, goody, goody
Goody, goody, goody
He's good