Channels

Lyrics

[Intro] I'm on a beat that's classic Yeah, let's talk about channels Y'all got channels First off Y'all got more channel than cable, heh Y'all should be takin' prenatals Step to my plate, an' it's bound to be fatal Look, you up an' you down You happy, then mad One second, you crying Then, laughin', and glad Try showing the love Then, come back to attack You will smile in the face An' then, stab in the back Them facts [Verse 1] Queen Justice I was extendin' my hand I guess I'm a Mason I guess I'm the Klan Have fun in the basement You less than a man Better put in the work Gеt blood on your shirt I get in the mud You scared of thе dirt If you ain't the stud You ain't gettin' the perks You stuck in the flood Betta' take off your skirts [Chorus] Y'all got channels (y'all got channels) Y'all got more channels than cable Ya'll are unstable You need a mom and a cradle Don't bring that mess to my table Y'all got channels (channels) Actin' like mammals (like mammels) Tell me, what channel you on (tell me what channel you on) Y'all are the demons An' y'all are the spawn Actin' like females up in the Salon Man, y'all got channels! (Channels, channels...) [Verse 2] Loza, you're up next I can't help the feel that you are vexed We had a convo, I showed respect Then you trash me Now, I gotta show my chest You gettin' dissed, bro You got chains on yo' wrist, bro Ya' livin' in the Jim Crow Ya' know how this go Tyson James, he don' tiptoe Yellin', "Beta man!", when I'm in the middle of 'Frisco, heh You got channels, dude You should never let a woman handle you They got demons, mess around, they'll cancel you But you an easy target, you got channels, too Look, man (look man) I'm cut from a different cloth Five kids, I'm in a different spot My wife modest, you in the midst of thoughts You ain't a Christian, I think you missed the crossed I'm on a mission, exposin' the fakes You lie to the people, 'cause Loza a snake If you don't repent, you will roast, you will bake And God will dispose, you' get th'own in the lake I did'n know you could be dumber than dumb There's one Let's Go Brandon that won number one An' it wasn't yours, heh-heh I know I'm hittin' the chords I'm dissin', 'cause this is a war [Chorus] Y'all got channels (y'all got channels) Y'all got more channels than cable Ya'll are unstable You need a mom, and a cradle Don't bring that mess to my table Y'all got channels Actin' like mammals Tell me, what channel you on? Y'all are demons an' y'all are the spawn Actin' like females up in the Salon Man, y'all got channels! [Verse 3] Okay, Tom I don' know what channel you on You might need a hug so go call ya' mom Ya better hold on, 'cause I'm droppin' a bomb All that naked stuff, that's strange fire You're tryin hard, gotta aim higher Wanna mock God, he gon' rain fire You on a crooked path, I'm on a straight wire I see demonic tattooes The upside cross is proof, you're a fool Then talk to God, like you two are cool Sit down, an' shut up Lemme take you to school If you better than God, then why you depressed? You cry like a baby, then beat on your chest One day you'll meet God, and you ain't gonna flex You'll be shocked, all that mockin' is gon' be addressed You ain't the best I'll chop you in half I am the wheat, and you are the chaff I am with he, and you're with the craft I got the the keys and you are a gaffe (laugh) I got one channel, I never will flop You are depressed, and you think you' on top You not, you a mess, better stop Gimme the remote, 'cause I'm turning you off