[ Featuring GLC ]
Cathedral to the congregation
Congregation, rise and let us pray
'Cause I'm rotatin' with my true playa partner by the name of IDK
We tryna figure out, when in doubt
Why all this petty shit gotta come our way, you know what I'm sayin'?
Put an end to the mothaf*ckin' hate
Let us rise and let us get straight, you know what I'm sayin'?
We gotta demonstrate, we gotta congregate
And, through this bullshit, man
We ain't gon' do none but aim and penetrate
Why all my brothers tryna infiltrate my circle?
Why all my sisters tryna spin my wheel
And chase my cheddar 'round and 'round
Like these women turnin' into gerbils?
Guess the family mattered less when I was more an Urkel
Yeah, but now I'm Stefan'd up
And everything I do is everything that they fond of
It's funny how I went from paperboy to makin'-that-paper-boy
But I'm still tryna throw it at houses
My credit was f*cked up, but now it's in fair condition
I'm tellin' the banks to help a brother, they never listen
Like almost every nigga in the world with the chains and the girls
Goin' through the same struggle, just from a distance
We think they winnin'
And speakin' of winnin', the Redskins losin'
That's a representation of where I'm from
'Cause when the guns pop
We lose a life and that's the real conclusion
We watch and change the channel while we make excuses
He was just a drug dealer (police described the shooting victim)
Record wasn't clean
So we see him as a thug nigga (as a known drug dealer)
Change the channel
He was just a crazy man (students evacuating)
He blew up the school (with their hands up)
Just to mothaf*ckin' say he can, change the channel
I love this girl, this girl loves me (the newly updated Marriage Rules Act)
Even though I'm a girl too (gives same-sex couples the same rights)
She my (as heterosexual couples), change the channel
Aw, f*ck it, we all brothers and sisters
We all brothers and sisters, we all brothers and
(Ooh)
Paper is power still (ooh)
Paper is power still
Paper is power still, paper is power still (Ooh)
Paper is power still, paper is power still (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
My hittas separate from petty and stupid shit
I do unto to them like Zion and Duke and them
Why every time I see a white person I question myself
Like am I gonna scare 'em 'cause I'm black?
But when I put my white voice on and ask him for directions
He just gives 'em to me with a dap and a smile
See, not everybody racist and shit
But we just tryna be prepared for all the hatred we get
'Cause if I make the wrong turn and stop at a gas station
Listen, there's a small chance that I could probably be lynched
In 2019, and probably still in 2020
And probably twenty years later 'cause this shit ain't gon' leave
It's never gon' end, that's why I gotta scribble this pen
'Cause I got a voice and no one in my generation don't ever say shit
'Cause it ain't cool to talk like this
But chalk lines tracin' of bodies make me drop my shit (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
My job is this, say truth to make your jawlines drip
So if I get flipped, this message is in all my hits
He was just a drug dealer, record wasn't clean
So we see him as a thug nigga, change the channel
He was just a crazy man, he blew up the school
Just to mothaf*ckin' say he can, change the channel
I love this girl, this girl loves me
Even though I'm a girl too, she my, change the channel
Aw, f*ck it, we all brothers and sisters
We all brothers and sisters, we all brothers
