Telling me the things that you heard about Nothing good comes when you're searching for the wrong things Something feels off when I come around Asking me questions like, what do I believe in? You, everyone's a saint till the church lets out their ghost for you Who, everything ain't perfect but I do it for Who would you judge me? Check cause I'm drunk and stumbling out the club Me, her, and her girlfriend Ain't nobody perfect but the Lord You're always quick to point out all my flaws But I was leaving out yours Here's the message, little girls, little boy You can be the dirtiest motherfucker in the world Don't let nobody give you nothing unless you work for it Ladies, get an education, you ain't gotta twerk for it You know the Lord's in your sign, don't ignore it And that's whether you study from the Bible or cut off another Torah Cause we original indigenous, God among men There's two things that's yours, your body and your sins Gotta claim it, just like these so-called conservatives Fight against the rights of homosexuals then go home and play with little kids Shit, I promise all the shit that I ever did With the move, I leave the hide and hood to keep me from trapping out L3 And my testimony, my testament All the bullshit that I seen happening Like turning to a pessimist, I'm cynical I learned life is all about principle You so judgmental cause you're miserable And my inner peace inexpendable Tell me the things that you heard about What then becomes when you're searching for the wrong things What it feels like when I come around Ask me questions like, what do I believe in? Everyone's a saint till the church lets out that goes for you too Everything is perfect but I do it anymore I never seen nobody end up in the right place Worried about the wrong things So interrelation, but do your own thing See some of em up on the trap and some of em gang bang Some of em snow powders, you barely maintain it No fortune with the college, got degrees in physics Can't hold a diploma, got a job, make a penny Homie like me who ain't finna high school, drop down with the prison Still end up running months of million dollar business Man if I tell you shit I know about You can tell the difference between me reflecting and trying to glorify Commodity time, this shit be borderline out of line Now 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 And not just out here selling reefer, finding cheaper connects There ain't no time to spit some shit again, a G can respect, for real So many things that you heard about Nothing good comes when you're searching for the wrong things Hope it feels wrong when I come around Asking me questions like what do I believe in You Everyone's a saint till the church lets out that goes for you too Everything is perfect but I do it anymore Uh, yeah, you see, the shit they missing today is the G code You know, what we did, man, we did out of a lack of options, you know But we stick to a code You win, you lose, but you abide by that code You dig what I'm saying?