Текст песни Jay-Z - No Church In The Wild (Feat. Kanye West & Rick Ross & Meek Mill & Frank Ocean)

Жанр: Hip-Hop
Исполнитель: Jay-Z
Альбом: Blue
Длительность: 04:12
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[Rick Ross] Prime 112 behind the double doors As I rewind the devils floors Pass across the courts your life’s lost Patience a virtue? Heard that you’re the boss Your informer’s correct Now give me enormous respect Cornered the game, record label on his chain Right hand on the bible watch the floor catch flames Margielas on her feet Now she riding with a lame all jealous in the Jeep All the lil homies wanna eat But we never settle beef So settle your debts before there’s any regrets Gino do the graffitti and Black Evander with the Tec My girls say that I’m a mess DJ Khaled say I’m the best And my city do too 20 in the trunk, that’s how city boys move 8.9, now the crib got a view Mandarin manicure, DEA in pursuit Champagne and and a Rolex, Rose No church for a d-boy: let’s pray [Meek Mill] Ain’t no church in the wild for a nigga like me In the game so foul in a world full of sin Where the love flow thin And the pain run deep Cause it’s blood in the streets See the stains on the money, No love for the weak Where it rain, never sunny, just mud on a beach Where a hater sticks to you like mud on a cleat Thanksgiving with the birds just drugs for a feast Youngin only 13 with a snub in his fleece Even though his heart’s cold still got love for the heat See the high in his eyes, hear the slugs in his speech From the bottom of Philly, I emerge from the east Peace! At the dealer talking Bugatti talk You never heard it like Illuminati talk Tell em haters that it’s my mama’s fault Breaking bricks – you would think we talking karate talk Young niggas with old money Never trust a nigga that said let me hold something Never trust a b-tch that tell you she ain’t blown nothing The Weathermen never tell me about these cold summers Tears dripped on my dad casket Niggas turned me into a bastard Glock 40 on me is plastic Get to reaching I’m squeezing on him and clapping And I ain’t talking about similies I’m talking head-shots where niggas won’t remember me I asked God please remove my enemies I was surprised when I lost niggas that was friends of me [Jay-Z] Tears on the mauseoleum floor Blood stains the coliseum doors Lies on the lips of a priest Thanksgiving disguised as a feast Rollin’ in the Rolls-Royce Corniche Only the doctors got this, I’m hidin’ from police Cocaine seats All white like I got the whole thing bleached Drug dealer chic I’m wonderin’ if a thug’s prayers reach Is Pious pious cause God loves pious? Socrates asks, “Whose bias do y’all seek?” All for Plato, screech I’m out here ballin’, I know ya’ll hear my sneaks Jesus was a carpenter, Yeezy, laid beats Hova flow the Holy Ghost, get the hell up out your seats Preach [Frank Ocean] Human being to the mob What’s a mob to a king? What’s a king to a god? What’s a god to a non-believer? Who don’t believe in anything? We make it out alive All right, all right No church in the wild [The-Dream] I live by you, desire I stand by you, walk through the fire Your love is my scripture Let me into your encryption [Kanye West] Coke on her black skin made a stripe like a zebra I call that jungle fever You will not control the threesome Just roll the weed up until I get me some We formed a new religion No sins as long as there’s permission’ And deception is the only felony So never f-ck nobody wit’out tellin’ me Sunglasses and Advil Last night was mad real Sun comin’ up, 5 a.m. I wonder if they got cabs still Thinkin’ ’bout the girl in all-leopard Who was rubbin’ the wood like Kiki Shepard Two tattoos, one read "No Apologies” The other said "Love is cursed by monogamy” That’s somethin’ that the pastor don’t preach That’s somethin’ that a teacher can’t teach When we die, the money we can’t keep But we prolly spend it all ’cause the pain ain’t
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