No Dope on Sundays

[Part I] [Intro: Pastor Cortez Harris & Cyhi The Prynce] The call has gone out, responses have come And we bless God for our brother who's given God his life Is there anything you'd like to say on behalf? Lord send an angel, watch over my own I came not to call the righteous, but the sinners to repentance Lord send an angel, watch over my own Luke 5:32, they say gangsters don't pray – I beg to differ Lord send an angel, watch over my own We pray every night We pray every night to make it out of these struggles We pray all the time to make it out of this hell that we stuck in (CyHi) Lord send an angel, watch over my own Real gangsters don't wanna be in the streets We was stuck out here 'cause we ain't got no choice Who gon' pray for us? [Chorus: Cyhi The Prynce] Yeah, no dope on Sundays That's only if you really out here getting money No dope on Sundays You know the trap back boomin' Monday But no dope on Sundays When you out here dirty, this the day you do the laundry No dope on Sundays But any other day it's rain, sleet or sunny [Verse 1: Cyhi The Prynce] Nah I ain't a street nigga, just a nigga in the street Any other day than Sunday I can get you what you need I'm talking like a couple keys, want the mid, come fuck with me Pounds of kush, come hustle these, the cars we push is luxury Oh I heard you want the lean, nah that's not my cup of tea But I can pull a few strings, let me work my puppetry, huh Anything from crack to puppy food Why you think I bank with Chase? I'm everywhere the money move My Hyundai Cruz making plays, my operation running smooth Brought a tool just in case these niggas in a grumpy mood Oh I heard they 'bout that gunplay, cool, we 'bout that gunplay too My rendezvous made the front page news, I like my hundreds blue Chucking Jewels, taking strippers out of town on honeymoons Leave they kids with they grandma so they go to Sunday school My nigga hit my phone and said he need a hundred cool I said "Let me hit my folks, but you know the only rule" [Chorus: Cyhi The Prynce] No dope on Sundays That's only if you really out here getting money No dope on Sundays You know the trap back boomin' Monday But no dope on Sundays When you out here dirty, this the day you do the laundry No dope on Sundays But any other day it's rain, sleet, or sunny [Verse 2: Cyhi The Prynce] I been in the streets since 16, ya dig? How many zips in a elbow is 16, ya dig? Niggas seem to forget how much clean I done hid Remember sneaking in the club with the thing-a-ma-jig My OG pulled up on the scene in a wig When you running from the feds, you can't be seen by the pigs Y'all don't know all the things I seen and I did Being in the dope game was never my dream as a kid But I got better plans though, ain't nowhere I can't go Trip to Amsterdam, I telegram my Netherland hoes Boy I'm living off my art like I'm selling Van Goghs I'm all about the cream, I got Method Man goals My dawgs just left the bando, so hater, never stand close Before my partner up the Sig and leave you second-hand smoked I'ma reign all year, so let the weatherman know In all the ghettos of America all the way to Redan Road No dope on Sundays [Part II] [Intro] Lex Luger on the beat so what the fuck you think? [Chorus: Cyhi The Prynce] I work the graveyard shift, that's how we made our chips Bunch of AR clips, I pull this K, y'all dip Where the young niggas die, we live our days in dog years Boosie Badazz, I'm down to catch a fade if y'all is [Verse 1: Cyhi The Prynce] We was the type to shoot a nigga dead and pray that y'all live So we can swing by your house and come and spray at y'all crib Had the trap on Cleveland Ave by the K-Mart, bitch I brought them bags to the hood and made 'em slang our shit In Atlanta y'all don't know how good my face card is Turned the Racetrack on Bouldercrest to a baseball field It's safe to say it's all real but all my scars is all healed 'Cause I been stabbed in the back more times than Paul Pierce But enough about my past, it's time to save our kids So our sons will never have to live the way we all did If you trappin' nigga, trap to send your daughter off to college If you trappin' nigga, trap to get your mother out the projects If you trappin' nigga, trap to get yo' people out the streets Oh you trappin' just to be trappin'? Oh you trappin' for these freaks? But if you a real trap nigga, do me one favor And tell all my partners in Decatur No dope on Sundays [Chorus: Cyhi The Prynce] I work the graveyard shift, that's how we made our chips Bunch of AR clips, I pull this K, y'all dip Where the young niggas die, we live our days in dog years Boosie Badazz, I'm down to catch a fade if y'all is [Verse 2: Pusha T] Started out trappin', tryna get the new Bo's Then I realized what it did for them hoes When I recognized what you did to your nose I couldn't justify what I did to my bro Fed an addiction, I just let it snow Failed my religion, I couldn't let it go Fell in addiction, I just chased the glow See you don't need the drums when you just talking what you know See what I seen, nigga snitching on the low Niggas coming home, niggas out here acting like you owe The truth is you love 'em but they putting on a show You gotta cash 'em out and validate to everyone they know Time's changing, it's hard for some to grow And the conversations are no longer "Man, we 'bout to blow" I wanna see you back up on your feet and that's fa'sho' The whole city know I've done enough so there's no mo' Push [Chorus: Cyhi The Prynce] I work the graveyard shift, that's how we made our chips Bunch of AR clips, I pull this K, y'all dip Where the young niggas die, we live our days in dog years Boosie Badazz, I'm down to catch a fade if y'all is [Outro: Pusha T & Cyhi The Prynce] I'm glad you gave me this shit with like no drums I just wanted to, like, I was tryna make it as conversational As possible 'cause it's just conversation CyHi The Prynce, my nigga for life, Push But Peter said unto him, "Thy money perish with thee Because thou hast thought that the gift of God May be purchased with money." Acts 8:20