Chilee Ray - Sunday After Church Lyrics

Like some shit You can jam
On Sunday after church
Can't really see it when you in it
The next el camino gotta be tinted
The game ain't told it's vented
And I'm glad I didn't see in the beginning
Looked up to the preacher the teacher and the dope man
But don't ask me bout no dope man
Like a preacher on the beat I'm sellin hope man
I'm not the plug my thug I'm the grow man
It ain't nothing like Ghetto romance
Still tough pull up put a nigga in his hoe can
Still tough pull up put a nigga in his hoe can
I tried to run away I tried to run away
The shit sucked me in
This that type of shit comes from within
Where the dope man count the preacher's sins
And they teach us naw Do that again
And they teach us naw Do that again
Where the dope man count the preacher sin's
Where the dope man count the preacher's sin
I can't speak unless It's a god send
Bit my tongue off Busted my chin
But I be damned If I run from
You niggas again
I be damned If I run from
You niggas again
I be damn
I be damn
K.Dot with the pen And a pot of spam
I'm doing it for the fam
F*ck it trade me to the Rams
OBJ on the gram
I tried to be humble but I'm flam
OBJ on the gram
I tried to be humble but I'm flam
I tried run away I tried to run away
The shit sucked me in
I tried to run away
The shit sucked me in