Church lyrics - Lil Wayne (feat. HoodyBaby, Euro & Gudda Gudda)

 Young Mula, baby

I belong to the world, don't be selfish with me

When I go places with Wayne, you would think Elvis with me

My niggas livin' in Hell, they thinkin' Heaven sent me

When she scream, "Fuck love," I think she meant me

I get in the zone, applyin' pressure

You get the message, only I ain't text ya

Y'all like to gamble with life, you lucky I ain't bet ya

So you survived a few cats, don't let a lion get ya

If I ain't met ya, I ain't ever move ya

If there's a new year then I never knew ya

Look, my junior gon' have a future

And my senior gotta drive a Beamer

I wish my dawgs could turn they felonies to misdemeanors

Ayy, 'cause I met a girl with features out in Italy

Wish they had seen her

Shoulda took a picture, I packed condoms

I shoulda packed a book with scriptures

Put me in the Rock Hall of Fame with all the suicidal niggas, iconic figures

If rivals come for us, then they comin' with us

Tell 'em, "Run, Forrest," run for the fame, runnin' with us

What's one life to a hunnid killas?

All you heard was loud sirens and lighter flickers

I made a mill' right after breakfast, that's a power lunch

I fuck your bitch for 'bout a hour, that's a power fuck

I fuck your bitch up in the shower, that's a shower fuck

I fuck your bitch and now she pregnant, shit, we outta luck

HoodyBaby, Master P's 'boutta 'boutta buck

I been slackin', Major Bass, I could battle up

Picture me somewhere tropic, prolly mad as fuck

But I'm cool, body language break the barrier

Broken bitches wishin' that I fix her up and carry her

I was out in Italy, Roman like my carrier

I done lost hoes, turned around, I done lost bros

I just got ghost, hit a nigga with the Death Star

Dear Heavenly Father, is there a church in the wild?

For the fugitives that I harbor

Yeah, we move like a mile, my op'll send out the orders

Got some people in Texas, their crib is right by the border

Place your order for cola, ain't talkin' pop like soda

Vacuum seal all the packages, tryna drown out the odor

No weapons formed against me shall prosper

The streets praise us like gospel

So we move and we roam like them Italian mobsters

Practice the code of silence, omérta

So ain't no talkin', we lurkin'

Find the strip where you workin'

Closed curtains, fear no man but God

Now they callin' me Lord

I pray on the sinners when bald palms touchin' like an applause

Synagogue is like the Pentagon, arms cover my flaws

Quiet storm but lion-hearted, I wake up with a roar

Call me the clean up, man, I sweep shit up like a chore

Then sweep your chick off her feet, put her in my stable of whores

Mentally stable, not sure, screws loose, shake to the floor

Breakin' records on the radio while breakin' the law

I keep my faith in the Lord, one day I'll make it to Forbes

Look, I'm not worthy of your controversy

I'm not thirsty, baby, I'm allergic

Giddy up, dick ridin', swervin'

Yeehaw, that's Kentucky Derby

I remember lyin' on the gurney

Thinkin' how I'ma die early

Never thought that I'd see thirty

Oh, the journey, had to fuckin' earn it

I go back in time when I was flirtin'

That time that I was flirtin' with uncertain

Never thought I'd be surrounded by

Housekeepers, chauffeurs, chefs and servants

Diamonds screamin', "Oh my lovely God"

Sippin' syrup, watchin' out for serpents

Touch my surface, then it's closed curtains

Oh my God, you're meetin' God in person

Oh my God, I want the squad alerted

And I come from it, they hop up like Kermit

Corner turnin' with marijuana burnin'

In the trunk, you squirmin', now here come to sermons

Oh my God, every thot a burden

I ain't worry, got her ridin' dirty

Trap house poppin' like it's Pee Wee Herman's

The plug alerted, now the socket workin'

Other niggas catchin' power surges

I'm determined just like my attorney

You other niggas, you ain't got attorneys

Order new trap house, I buy it furnished

I been listenin', listenin' to the money

It been tellin', tellin' me, "It's comin'"

Soundin' like music to my ears

Soundin' like a symphony of hundreds

Grandma always said that I'd be special

Mama always said that I'd be somethin'

I had to make sure that they wasn't guessin'

So I made the most out of they assumptions

Bein' careful 'round my pistol

Nigga all up in a bimbo

Bein' everything but simple

Got my deal without a demo, Tunechi

So much fire, more fire

Let's get it, No Ceilings 3, Lil Wayne