No Church In A While

[Intro]
Hello?
[Verse 1: 1K Phew]
See Im sittin down in my whip and Im just
Im tryna figure out who I can church as I is, I mean as I am
Im not a bad guy, Ive been tellin all of my partners, 'It aint no scam'
Even when I got jammed up, I told the lady cop, 'Yes maam'
And I just had a court case, why you judgin me too?
Aint even what the Bible say, you supposed to love me too
I was in the mud, you supposed to pull me up, you just dragged me through
I was poppin all the pills, you aint pray for me, you just drugged me too
Comin up, I was bumpin that Cross Movement, theyre still callin it thuggin music
Gospel gangsta, when Im walkin in
You want the fake depths and fake huh music
When they hear thе stripclub music, they gon get the instrumеntal
If I play Fettuccini for the strippers, I bet they get real sentimental, uh
Life is like a box of colored pencils
Aint tryna write the rules with no utensils
You lookin so stupid, plain and simple
You might as well vandalize the temple
You might as well go to Heaven and tell God , 'Move, step aside, allow me' (Pssh)
Thats crazy
You aint finna strucked round me
[Bridge: 1K Phew]
And I know Christ died for us but that aint make you king
I put it on angel wing
Im ten
Why you give me the run around? We on the same team
Why you keep crabbin on my lifestyle? Thats Eugene, see, look
[Verse 2: 1K Phew]
All I want is just walk around, finna set aside thats blue jeans
Yeah, I dont care if yall sittin there watchin me, thats you stream
I dont care about your made up philosophy, I read proverbs, fool
What you mean, 'Get up off the stage, right now'? You came to my concert, fool
It aint even gotta be like this but Im fed up, man
They be sayin Im prideful when I got my head up, man
Why you tryna come fight me, you aint even squared up, man
I dont want no smoke cause the gang might tear it up, man
[Interlude: Woman Speaking]
I feel like, now, I feel like my spiritual work is a lot better than where it was
I think because I did grow up in the church and I had this
It was like this pressure to go every Sunday
[Verse 3: Lecrae]
Yeah, uh, ayy
No church in a while, God, please help out your child
Im pandemic to my limit, and they treatin me so foul
I was tryna help my people felt like Moses for a minute
But these people call me fake and tell they children not to listen
I thought we was family, I thought we was kin, deeper than our skin
I thought we was blood, covered by it for our deepest sins
I aint been to church in quite a min
Partially because Im nervous that these folks wont let me in
I be feelin like they hate me and lately they twist my words up to bait me
And I try to [?] the rumors, but all thats drivin me crazy
But if Im honest theres some pastors who passionate bout my piece
I be wantin to blame the church but some of it reside with me
Im finally open to try it, to tour a club or a church
[?] quarantine, I was like, 'Man, Im good if I never search'
But I need the people like I need my senses
Hopefully, we find consistence and we come to our senses
No church in a while