To the Choir

If I get lucky I'm a still get through heaven's doors with no health insurance I thank the lord I got a place to get my bars off And when the clock's 2-o-clock and them bars off Even the biggest loss can feel like a small cost I feel the spirit that's in the music I channel those Fulfill the prophecy sayin' that I'm an animal I just need a couple pairs It could feel nice Hoes kneel to me like Christ but in real life Confused so they say I'm possessed My momma see the way I'm actin' and she say I'm depressed But I'm just doin what I gotta, keep away from the stress Been takin' this test of life and I ain't never gon' stall, naw Had enough of my time wasted Had a revelation 'bout a holy retaliation I let karma catch up I ain't preachin' to no pastor's son And I'm a live it to the fullest till my last is done C'mon I been travelin' this road so long So many different paths I'm on And I don't give a fuck about your problems 'cause I got mine I need a house and a car Keep the baby mom's It's safe to say I got a lot goin' on So I ain't got the time, hey You preachin' to the choir baby You singin' to the choir baby Father, son, holy ghost Am I the only Close My pop's a hustler Stoned, he keep on rollin' I guess that's what I learned No concern for what he molded Come alive like claymation His facial expression told me, uh That felt like a crucifixion Whether you a Jew or Christian Muslim or another Still be walkin' with one shoe missin' Malt sippin' Church My first baptism had me passed out But off the grass I get mad wisdom Ash wednesday Hash in my red tape Watchin' people go and repent when they flask empty Virgin Mary but I popped her cherry Was attracted to my hereditary Her taste she said it vary I taste it like I'm speakin' in tongues No secret In places that don't see the sun Let karma catch up, I ain't preachin to no preachers And I'ma live to the limit till my ass drown by the reapers I been travelin' this road so long So many different paths I'm on And I don't give a fuck about your problems 'cause I got mine I need a house and a car Keep the baby mom's It's safe to say I got a lot goin' on So I ain't got the time, hey You preachin' to the choir baby You singin' to the choir baby Said I'm a live it to the limit till I'm finished huh Said I'm a live it to the limit till I'm finished huh, huh Said I'm a live it to the limit till I'm finished huh, huh Said I'm a live it to the limit till I'm finished huh I been travelin' this road so long So many different paths I'm on And I don't give a fuck about your problems 'cause I got mine I need a house and a car Keep the baby mom's It's safe to say I got a lot goin' on So I ain't got the time, hey You preachin' to the choir baby You singin' to the choir baby Good things take time Good things take time You preachin' to the choir baby Good things take time Good things take time You singin' to the choir baby Good things take time Good things take time