You - London Jae, T.I., Jayd Ink

Tellin' me the things you that heard about

Nothin' good comes when you searchin' for the wrong things

Somethin' feels off when I come around

Askin' me questions like, 'what do I believe in?

'

'You, ' everyone’s a saint 'til the church let’s out

That goes for you too

Everything ain’t perfect but I do it for…

Who is you to judge me?

Just cause I’m drunk and stumblin' out the club, me, her and her girlfriend

Ain’t nobody perfect but the Lord

You always quick to point out all my flaws when I was leaving out yours

Here’s a message little girls, little boy

You could be the dirtiest muh’fucker in the world but have morals

Don’t nobody give you nothin' 'less you work for it

Ladies get an education, you ain’t gotta twerk for it

You know the Lord send you a sign, don’t ignore it

And that’s whether you study from the Bible or Quran or the Torah

We original, indigenous, God among men

It’s two things that’s yours, your body and your sin

Gotta claim 'em, just like these so-called conservatives

Fight against the rights of homosexuals then go home and play with lil' kid

Shit, I promised all the shit that I’d ever did

Was to move out and leave the hood and keep me from trappin' not up the river

And my testimony my testament

All the bullshit that I seen happen in life turned me into a pessimist

I’m cynical, yeah

I learned life is all about principle

You so judgmental 'cause you miserable

And my inner peace ain’t expendable

Tellin' me the things you that heard about

Nothin' good comes when you searchin' for the wrong things

Somethin' feels off when I come around

Askin' me questions like, 'what do I believe in?

'

'You, ' everyone’s a saint 'til the church let’s out

That goes for you too

Everything ain’t perfect but I do it for…

I never seen nobody end up in the right place

Worried about the wrong thing

So in tribulation, better do your own thang

See, some of my partners trap and some of 'em gang bang

Some of 'em snort powder, just barely maintain

No fuckin' with the Cali, got to grease the fist

Came home with a diploma, got a job makin' pennies

Homie like me who ain’t finished high school, dropped out and went to prison

Still ended up runnin' multi-million dollar businesses

Man, if I tell you shit I knew about

You can tell the difference between me reflectin' and tryna glorify

'Cause most the time this shit be borderline outta line

And you just wanna monetize, only focus on the bottom line

When it deeper than that

We here to analyze life and hope the people connect

We not just out here sellin' reefer, find the cheaper connect

Just waitin' on TIP to spit some shit a G could respect

For real

Tellin' me the things you that heard about

Nothin' good comes when you searchin' for the wrong things

Somethin' feels off when I come around

Askin' me questions like, 'what do I believe in?

'

'You, ' everyone’s a saint 'til the church let’s out

That goes for you too

Everything ain’t perfect but I do it for…

Yeah, you see the shit they missin' today is the G-code

You know, what we did, man, we did out of a lack of options, you know?

But we stuck to a code

You win, you lose, but you abide by the code

You dig what I’m sayin'?