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  • Saba – Church : Liquor Store (feat. Noname) letras

    [Intro: Akenya]
    Oooh
    Ahhh
    Oooh
    Ahhh

    [Verse 1: Saba]
    They ask you what’s the cause and effect
    Of doobies packed in they fat, now you calling collect
    They booby trapping the trap
    The police pulling a pulley you fall for it you silly
    Putty you outta shape, fuck running, you’ll catch a case
    I can’t, relate to half of my relatives
    My genetics is felony, buying low and reselling it
    They told me tell a story I’m like “Why not mine?”
    Shit everybody taking pictures I’m like “Why not Vine?”
    And growin’ from the ground up, it look like I’m a vine
    It’s rarity in my realness
    Yeah I’m a fine, diamond in the rough type, rough type
    Roughhouse in a roadhouse like rugby
    Lovely, when you hit a lick little kick like Chun-Li
    Funny, kids that I hoop with all in county
    Counting, black bodies hunt ’em down look like bounties
    Bound to, be on the block a little while longer
    They your homies, this what home is, what don’t kill ya make ya stronger
    Call Obama, Jesus, Yeezus
    He can save Chicago from the demons and the deacons
    When it’s the end
    Yeah, dodged precincts since pre-teens
    Let’s pretend we privileged not deceased, addicted

    [Hook: Saba & Akenya]
    It look like funeral home, church, church, liquor store
    Corner store, dread-head, dead leg, ditto, 10-4, ten foes from Cicero to Central
    Was told, “let it go”
    Didn’t know who to hit though
    Now that’s church, barber shop, bottle I…got…from the liquor store on Cicero
    I ain’t 21 but he didn’t know

    [Verse 2: Saba]
    Bad habits of wrong places at wrong times (times, times times…)
    A stray bullet will take your first-born like the tenth plague, I’m the new Pharoah
    My phone line…forever open for prayer
    The fallen soldiers ain’t fell, they in my pen
    And I do thank God
    They say preach like Cooley High
    From beginning to end that’s Alpha and Omega
    My city the same ghost that made Lupe cry
    Soon’s you loosen up your grip you lost then lose your life
    I loosen a dread, from every time I gotta wash the cigarette smoke from outta my head
    Like how I’m not dead
    Going on 20 soon, they say I changed, that’s a fitting room
    I’m still the same kid that didn’t speak when we were in the school
    I just got a mic now, I turned to a real nigga
    I just gotta wipe down, and fuck who you think I sound…like, I’m a legend in the making like the director’s cut
    Of I Am Legend and I’m fed up with the fuck comparison
    These niggas don’t got the truth that y’all want do they?
    Think I’m lyin’? Then plan a trip to Chicago today
    I was 15, they was fucking with me
    There’s no logic in love, but there’s no love in the streets

    [Hook 2: Saba & Akenya]
    It look like funeral home, church, church, liquor store
    Corner store, dread-head, dead leg, ditto, sillou…-ette!
    Chalk outline, sketch! It’s not safe outside, when they want, your neck
    Now that’s church, barber shop, bottle I…got…from the liquor store on Cicero, I ain’t 21 but he didn’t know

    [Verse 3: Noname]
    They sold prison the way they pipeline
    Systematically lifeline
    Erase all niggas, they so bulletproof from the law
    Law abiding citizen shot, Willie Lynch doing crack now
    Made the new letters shiny, now we pray King Kunta
    I hope the grave don’t find me, I do my E&J kindly
    I do my time when it’s timely, sometimes the bible tastes like marmalade
    My momma still sipping, politician owe Donald Duck
    A quacking new kitchen
    They kept the melting pot inside the slave plot, watch
    They gentrified your neighbourhood no needs for cops, watch
    Look at the yoga pants, coffee shops and yoghurt stands
    Consumerism, holy land
    And on the other hand my momma land

    [Hook: Saba & Akenya]
    It look like funeral home, church, church, liquor store
    Corner store, dread-head, dead leg –