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Sunday Morning

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Sunday Morning

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This is how I'm feeling right now, I mean I'm... I'm blessed[Chorus]Me, I ain't got to send a usher aroundwith baskets or talk to a choirBut nigga I'm cleaner than your motherfucking preacheron sunday morningMe, I run the streets all week, hustle hard, I do work to get buyBut bet I be the cleanest motherfucking in the serviceon sunday morning[Verse 1]I make so many mistakes, so many correctionsI'm so far from perfect, so many imperfectionsBut I'm a go getta, I get up and go get itSo if you're preaching prosperity, I wanna hear itI make the hood look good, turn the base into base linePunch lines to white lines, run from the one timeMy verse is like a graphic scene, close your eyesNow you seen the dope fiend leanAnd you seen the pimp pimp hoesThe 4-4 blow and niggas puff droLike there's no tomorrowHit that pass that, that's the mottoYou know jail's like vacation for my friendsThey go away, come home and do the same shit againYou think I'm bad, man they don't give a fuckThey trying do what they gotta do to get a buck[Chorus]Me, I ain't got to send a usher aroundwith baskets or talk to a choirBut nigga I'm cleaner than your motherfucking preacheron sunday morningMe, I run the streets all week, hustle hard, I do work to get buyBut bet I be the cleanest motherfucking in the serviceon sunday morning[Verse 2]I take the line out the good book an eye for an eyeShoot me I shoot you back, I don't care if you dieFirst the sun comes down, then the sun goes upAnd the coke price too when the Ds make a bustIt's freeze nigga, get the fuck on the wall andEverything you worked for, they come to take it allMan it's like they don't know what they takingHit you with the tazer, I'll have you sizzling like baconWhen you pray say a prayer for me, a nigga could use itThrough my pain there's a piece of me in all of my musicGo head you can judge me, I'm hoping you love meI see I got it mastered, muh muh muh magicHocus pocus keep the bitches focusedBefore we pop up on that ass with toastersLord forgive me I'm regressing againForgive me for that line and the rest of my sins[Chorus]Me, I ain't got to send a usher around with basketsor talk to a choirBut nigga I'm cleaner than your motherfucking preacheron sunday morningMe, I run the streets all week, hustle hard, I do work to get buyBut bet I be the cleanest motherfucking in the serviceon sunday morning
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