Sunday Sermon

Lyrics

[Intro: Jae Skeese] Uh-huh Yo, yo, yo, yo, check [Verse 1: Jae Skeese] I told these niggas that I'm extra real (What?), Jordan 7 hits (What?) God level shit , this is heaven's tier (Uh-huh) The man from metal gears, the biggest strength and shit (Haha) Versus standin' for the storm, like electric chair [Verse 2: Conway the Machine] Legends swell Stack of bibles, I'm a fresh breath of air (I'm that nigga) Machine apply the most pressure here (Ha) Wrist dancin' like fret of stairs (You see this shit, right?) Walk down on niggas like a set of stairs (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Clip full of bone crushers, nigga, we ain't never scarеd (We ain't scared, nigga) OG ones, thе pack in leather pair that I've yet to wear (Hahaha) [Verse 3: Jae Skeese] Yeah, sax get manifested when I crowd the sentence Pennin' mad aggressive, sickin' staff infection (Facts) Used to ride the whooptie, wouldn't pass suspection (Uh-huh) Audible my planes and chains, the past protection [Verse 4: Conway the Machine] Extensive gat collection, sense of adolescence Niggas mad depressed I'm rich and cashin' checks But since you asked the question, listen, class in session Had this vision, had to sit for crack possession (Talk to 'em) Yeah, fast forward, I'm the sickest rapper present God's gift, like a Christian wrappin' presents God shit, I resemble that reflection [Verse 5: Jae Skeese] Uh, they was tough, but now they crack with ad impressions Sat and watched 'em fizzle out, like Al Caselsa (Hahaha) Lyrically, I'm Doleone, the canvas couldn't stop me Conway 'lowed me, I'm advanced (Uh-huh) And flip the misfortunes, now I got advantage (Uh-huh) Saw the bigger picture, had to stop and pan it (Uh-huh) [Verse 6: Conway the Machine & Jae Skeese] Machine, bitch, I am not from planet Earth I need my top examined, lots of damage (Ha) Understand us That they couldn't see me, I am not in vanish (Nah) Rappers fake as double Ds that got in planet If they choose to violate, they got to vanish Bro gon' pop a xanax, walk up, pop and blam it (Brr) Black and white dums, bitch, I rock the panda style Violated 'em, I dropped my manners This for trap niggas, watch for cops with scanners Lots of scammers, niggas from my block, bananas, nigga [Outro: Conway the Machine] Machine, bitch (Yeah) Yeah, Jae Skeese, DrumWork shit, you bet you Hmm-hmm-mmm Big Ghost, takin' the chirps, nigga