Tec in the Church - Jarren Benton, Joyner Lucas, Locksmith

Hopsin put me on in this bitch, I wish you the best fam

I was thinking 'bout murking the whole staff of Def Jam

Niggas sleeping on me like a muthafucking craftmatic

Counted me out, guess these faggots bad at they mathematics

Cursing God like «why the fuck You take my brother?»

Prescription pills to coke, guess I love the feel of these uppers

Arguing niggas cause Pac wasn’t in my top five

You don’t fuck with me hoe, you die from carbon monoxide

Fuck the small talk, my blood pressure boiling

If I wanna shoot this shit, I pop this pistol at the toilet

A new year, fuck this nice guy shit

If you ain’t rocking with my clique, nigga bite my dick (blegh)

And Lord knows I keep something by the torso

As long as my fuck y’all award show

Praying on my downfall, want my soul to leave the earth

Put a hole in a nigga’s chest just like a Yeezy shirt

I’mma feed the needy first

Ill nigga, need a nurse

I ain’t forget you bitches just spat on me when you seen me hurt

Hey we done been to hell, I’m wishing my niggas well

Threw my nigga something on his books when he was sitting in jail

Time flies like looking good, nigga

Cashing checks doing the Soulja Boy, nigga youuu!

Niggas dying over repping they turf

Never know, so I’m praying with my Tec in the church

So they praying on my downfall

(Nigga praying on my downfall)

Bout to knock a nigga crown off

(Knock a nigga crown off)

Oh Lord I wish a nigga would

(Wish a nigga would)

Cup of Henny got me feelin' good

(Got me feelin' good)

Oh what a feelin' dog

(What a feelin' dog)

Bout to count a hundred million dog

(A hundred million dog)

Throw it up

Niggas reppin' they turf

Never know

So I’m praying with my tec in the church

I was told to bring a tec to the church and a bible to the trap

The only method that’s vital for survival is a strap

My little cousin was murdered I was stifled by the act

So when these niggas yap about violence I’m biased to they raps

I’m here to rescue you

spilling out of your breaths of truth

Only benefits who is honest, that’s how you execute

Watch who you pillow talk with, that’s how they retribute

These bitches use social media like a confession booth

Stay to myself, tread light, and keep my standards up

I was in a space financially where my hands were cuffed

I was in a space creatively where I had enough

Started releasing the music I made for myself so now the fans rush

Sunday mornings at St. John’s in Bay View

Young adolescents distorted we had the same view

Dice games in the basement repping our turf

Bumping Strange, you could say we had a tech in the church

So they praying on my downfall

(Nigga praying on my downfall)

Bout to knock a nigga crown off

(Knock a nigga crown off)

Oh Lord I wish a nigga would

(Wish a nigga would)

Cup of Henny got me feelin' good

(Got me feelin' good)

Oh what a feelin' dog

(What a feelin' dog)

Bout to count a hundred million dog

(A hundred million dog)

Throw it up

Niggas reppin' they turf

Never know

So I’m praying with my tec in the church

Okay, I’m ready to die

Brrra, you waving that tec in the sky

You ready or not?

I enter the block leave all of you dead in a box

Who the fuck is you, Pac?

The fuck is you Biggie?

I never get love from the city

I never got shit, just a couple a titties

A couple a pennies and plenty of haters and tricks

Go fix your mouth before you get back handed

I’m from a bottled of rap planet where these hoes think I’m half-Spanish

The truth is I’m an Afghan, I’m half-black but I act frantic

I grab Xanax and pop Vikes and then make a crack sandwich

I’m mad at you

You would never keep your word, you’re such a crook

I can’t trust you, you’ll say anything for a couple bucks

That’s fucking nuts

Word to Karen Civil, you fucking slut

You’s just a thot and your mouth is as big as your twat

I know who is you not, fuck you and that Louis you got

With my money taking vacations and sucking noodles and cocks

They got proof you a fraudulent fuck with a Vince Carter neck

Crooked weave and some funny tits

And the face of a lumpy dick, my nigga fuck this bitch

Shit, I hope my 50k was worth it

Or your pimping days are murdered, you done bit the blade on purpose

I know this gon' make you nervous

Who the fuck did you encourage?

Hillary Clinton ain’t gon' like this, she’s fanning next to a serpent

I’m standing next to your merchant

Writing curses in cursive all over your fucking hearses

Get froggy, you’s just a hermit

Bitch go get your fucking hair did

How old is that shit?

I should wrap my dick around your neck and keep choking that shit, bitch

So they praying on my downfall

(Nigga praying on my downfall)

Bout to knock a nigga crown off

(Knock a nigga crown off)

Oh Lord I wish a nigga would

(Wish a nigga would)

Cup of Henny got me feelin' good

(Got me feelin' good)

Oh what a feelin' dog

(What a feelin' dog)

Bout to count a hundred million dog

(A hundred million dog)

Throw it up

Niggas reppin' they turf

Never know

So I’m praying with my tec in the church