False Profits

Lyrics

-When a nation is in trouble or when you are in trouble, what you and I really need is a word from God and we need that message from God for a number of different reasons. First of all to find out what God is like, to find out what he has plnned, and then most assuredly to plan for the future to find out what lies ahead [Verse 1: Ouija Macc] I wake up Brush the shake up off the scale Roll a 3.6 light it up inhale (inhale) 2 bars one bean like yeah Costs me 55 dollars to get out of my chair (here I go) Poor Mama got a head of grey hair This world's a bitch her sons a failure Ain't a damn thing fair (but I love ya) False Profits they'll talk to you anywhere But not one got a fucking thing accomplished with a prayer I know if karma was real than I'dve been dead already I feel like god pics and chooses those who were never ready They show me pictures of fire like that shits fittin' to scare me Fires metaphoric of life, bitch we're in hell already I owe the government racks, ruined my credit heavy Tryna garnish wages they tax when they got my bread already Selling dope is a trap them mormons tried to tell me Papercut their throats with them fuckin pamphlets they try to hand me [Chorus] [Ouija] FALSE PROFITS! [Choir Boy] Thou shalt thug, hittin liccs flippin briccs show no love {FALSE PROFITS!} Thou shalt do it, you ain't making real money unless you rob that plug {FALSE PROFITS!} Thou shalt get an education, get a job, pay the loans, but you gotta be patient {FALSE PROFITS} Thou shalt awaken, if you follow these profits most of y'all ain't gonna make it [Verse 2: Choir Boy] Just because you in a church don't mean you don't lie Gospel of the gutta you can miss me with that bow tie Was in the streets, I heard the preachers, i got both sides Misleading my people man, that's that shit I don't like Can't have my family lighting candles cause there's no light So I gotta do my share of wrong even though I know right I want my place in the sky gotta get my glow right Bodies ain't built for eternity but my soul might False Profits! You may have a couple hidden in your team Broadcasting propaganda, they already on the screen In the subway on the phone, tryna sell your ass a dream Pedal gospel like a drug, bitch I ain't no fuccin fiend That degree, that degree Boy you need that shit Get the loan, buy some books, go on and read that shit Go to class study hard, sweat and bleed that hit Graduate, where's the job? you won't see that shit... [SAMPLE] FALSE CHRISTS AND FALSE PROFITS WILL ARISE AND PERFORM GREAT SIGNS AND WONDERS SO AS TO LEAD ASTRAY IF POSSIBLE EVEN THE ELECT [Chorus]