CeeJ – No Church In The Wild Lyrics

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My how the black man has come up in the world
So much so that white men cuffing their girls

I'm blue
And shit that color getting nearer to my collar
So when I look in the mirror shit all I see is my father or

Me as a father I'm nursing a little daughter
They tell me don't fuck with white women, bitches is all Madonnas
And all they want is your money and all that shit equals problem
But me shit I got a lot of those even without Madonna hoes

What's that shit that HOVA says about them dominoes?
Looking at niggas like what the fuck you think I'm rhyming for?

End up in jail the way I'm pushing and I'm tryna blow
Talking to a snail like my career moving kinda slow
But I'm excited though and still a trifle bit scared

Walking on water Ceejus Christ be on that Poseidon flow
I'm parting water just so I can be a part of a
Bigger history ending in victory or martyrdom

Damn that pizza from Sicily like a dollar something
I can't buy... why?
Cause, shit, what's in my wallet? Nothing

Jersey ain't had shit since Joe Budden
But I'm from the city where they let a nigga hold something

Oh you Turkish baby I'll give you the whole stuffing
Fuck it not even stuffing my niggas give them hoes nothing

The devil got it out for me
So God bless a nigga, even without the sneeze

Me and that girl be playing house out on the balcony
Laughing at who I used to be when I'm who I'm about to be

I got that Dutchy that Henny that Guinness Stout with me
It seems like notoriety never seemed to account for me
The more you struggle the more you plan to focus on God
Dumb ass nigga looking for hope in the sky


What's a God to a non-believer, a pound of reefer
I ponder sometimes for me to be able to swipe visas
Do I gotta sell out like Condoleezza?

Easy Ceejus, flow and holy water what I clean the streets with bitches
Lit up like a Christmas tree and I'm preaching while I'm flipping middle fingers up to my teachers
That ether

Cause not everything that comes out of Harvard good ho
Look at the Unabomber, look what he stood for

Cause my homie went to culinary school to cook coke
To feed his baby shit maybe he'll never see the good lord


Little sis what you pulling up in at prom?
Hopefully a fucking jet the shit that I'm on

I figured I get my success from hitting the bong
That and plus when a nigga gets stressed I pack up a dime

I sat down to take a test smacked out of my mind
But I bet they never think to test, I'm macking their moms

I need that romance girl, sex on satin Vuitton
Gucci loafers nothing less than immaculate wine
I smack your behind


Finally old enough to cop a couple beers now
But I've been old enough to go to Jail for some years now
And to go to war
and you can quote me
So fuck it I'll buck up and I'll focus on my career now

Laugh but I bet this make it a little more funny
A poll said in 2020
We dead fo' (before) 20
So roll another L baby yea 420!

It's that or going to jail in the hell hole honey
I'm trying to be on a sailboat honey
Getting cuddy from selling tracks that's railroad money

A nigga out of his mind I'm a scarecrow dummy
Turn me up I'm the realest shit in your headphones buddy

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