Tec in the Church (Explicit)
Jarren Benton, Locksmith, Joyner Lucas"Tec in the Church (Explicit)" is a song by Jarren Benton, Locksmith, Joyner Lucas, released in 2016 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:08 long and contains 124 lines and 972 words.
0:11Hopsin put me on in this *******, I wish you the best fam
0:13I was thinking 'bout murking the whole staff of Def Jam
0:16*******s sleeping on me like a mutha******g craftmatic
0:19Counted me out, guess these *******s bad at they mathematics
0:22Cursing God like "why the ******* You take my brother?"
0:24Prescription pills to coke, guess I love the feel of these uppers
0:27Arguing *******s cause Pac wasn't in my top five
0:30You don't ******* with me hoe, you die from carbon monoxide
0:33******* the small talk, my blood pressure boiling
0:35If I wanna shoot this *******t, I pop this pistol at the toilet
0:38A new year, ******* this nice guy *******t
0:41If you ain't rocking with my clique, ******* bite my ******* (blegh)
0:43And Lord knows I keep something by the torso
0:46As long as my baby's straight ******* y'all award show
0:49Praying on my downfall, want my soul to leave the earth
0:52Put a hole in a *******'s chest just like a Yeezy *******rt
0:54I'mma feed the needy first
0:56Ill *******, need a nurse
0:57I ain't forget you ******* just spat on me when you seen me hurt
1:00Hey we done been to hell, I'm wi*******ng my *******s well
1:03Threw my ******* something on his books when he was sitting in jail
1:05Time flies like looking good, ******* chew
1:08Ca*******ng checks doing the Soulja Boy, ******* youuu!
1:11*******s dying over repping they turf
1:13Never know, so I'm praying with my Tec in the church
1:17So they praying on my downfall
1:19(******* praying on my downfall)
1:20Bout to knock a ******* crown off
1:22(Knock a ******* crown off)
1:23Oh Lord I wish a ******* would
1:25(Wish a ******* would)
1:25Cup of Henny got me feelin' good
1:27(Got me feelin' good)
1:29Oh what a feelin' dog
1:31(What a feelin' dog)
1:31Bout to count a hundred million dog
1:33(A hundred million dog)
1:33Throw it up
1:34*******s reppin' they turf
1:35Never know
1:36So I'm praying with my tec in the church
1:38I was told to bring a tec to the church and a bible to the trap
1:41The only method that’s vital for survival is a strap
1:43My little cousin was murdered I was stifled by the act
1:46So when these *******s yap about violence I'm biased to they raps
1:49I’m here to rescue you
1:50Destitute spilling out of your breaths of truth
1:52Only benefits who is honest, that’s how you execute
1:54Watch who you pillow talk with, that’s how they retribute
1:57These ******* use social media like a confession booth
2:00Stay to myself, tread light, and keep my standards up
2:03I was in a space financially where my hands were cuffed
2:05I was in a space creatively where I had enough
2:08Started releasing the music I made for myself so now the fans rush
2:11Sunday mornings at St. John’s in Bay View
2:14Young adolescents distorted we had the same view
2:16Dice games in the ba******t repping our turf
2:19Bumping Strange, you could say we had a tech in the church
2:23So they praying on my downfall
2:24(******* praying on my downfall)
2:25Bout to knock a ******* crown off
2:27(Knock a ******* crown off)
2:28Oh Lord I wish a ******* would
2:29(Wish a ******* would)
2:31Cup of Henny got me feelin' good
2:33(Got me feelin' good)
2:34Oh what a feelin' dog
2:36(What a feelin' dog)
2:36Bout to count a hundred million dog
2:38(A hundred million dog)
2:39Throw it up
2:39*******s reppin' they turf
2:40Never know
2:41So I'm praying with my tec in the church
2:43Okay, I'm ready to die
2:44Brrra, you waving that tec in the sky
2:46You ready or not?
2:47I enter the block leave all of you dead in a box
2:49Who the ******* is you, Pac?
2:50The ******* is you Biggie? I never get love from the city
2:52I never got *******t, just a couple a *******
2:53A couple a pennies and plenty of haters and tricks
2:55Go fix your mouth before you get back handed
2:57I'm from a bottled of rap planet where these hoes think I'm half-Spanish
3:00The truth is I'm an Afghan, I'm half-black but I act frantic
3:03I grab Xanax and pop Vikes and then make a crack sandwich
3:06I'm mad at you
3:06You would never keep your word, you're such a crook
3:08I can't trust you, you'll say anything for a couple bucks
3:11That's ******g nuts
3:12Word to Karen Civil, you ******g slut
3:14You’s just a thot and your mouth is as loose as your twat
3:16I know who is you not, ******* you and that Louis you got
3:19With my money taking vacations and sucking noodles and ******
3:21They got proof you a fraudulent ******* with a Vince Carter neck
3:24Crooked weave and some funny *******
3:26And the face of a lumpy *******, my ******* ******* this *******
3:28*******t, I hope my 50k was worth it
3:30Or your pimping days are murdered, you done bit the blade on purpose
3:33I know this gon' make you nervous
3:34Who the ******* did you encourage?
3:35Hillary Clinton ain't gon' like this, she's standing next to a serpent
3:38I'm standing next to your merchant
3:39Writing curses in cursive all over your ******g hearses
3:42Get froggy, you's just a hermit
3:43******* go get your ******g hair did
3:45How old is that *******t?
3:46I should wrap my ******* around your neck and keep choking that *******t, *******
3:50So they praying on my downfall
3:52(******* praying on my downfall)
3:53Bout to knock a ******* crown off
3:54(Knock a ******* crown off)
3:55Oh Lord I wish a ******* would
3:57(Wish a ******* would)
3:58Cup of Henny got me feelin' good
4:00(Got me feelin' good)
4:01Oh what a feelin' dog
4:03(What a feelin' dog)
4:04Bout to count a hundred million dog
4:05(A hundred million dog)
4:06Throw it up
4:06*******s reppin' they turf
4:08Never know
4:08So I'm praying with my tec in the church
Hopsin put me on in this *******, I wish you the best fam I was thinking 'bout murking the whole staff of Def Jam *******s sleeping on me like a mutha******g craftmatic Counted me out, guess these *******s bad at they mathematics Cursing God like "why the ******* You take my brother?" Prescription pills to coke, guess I love the feel of these uppers Arguing *******s cause Pac wasn't in my top five You don't ******* with me hoe, you die from carbon monoxide ******* the small talk, my blood pressure boiling If I wanna shoot this *******t, I pop this pistol at the toilet A new year, ******* this nice guy *******t If you ain't rocking with my clique, ******* bite my ******* (blegh) And Lord knows I keep something by the torso As long as my baby's straight ******* y'all award show Praying on my downfall, want my soul to leave the earth Put a hole in a *******'s chest just like a Yeezy *******rt I'mma feed the needy first Ill *******, need a nurse I ain't forget you ******* just spat on me when you seen me hurt Hey we done been to hell, I'm wi*******ng my *******s well Threw my ******* something on his books when he was sitting in jail Time flies like looking good, ******* chew Ca*******ng checks doing the Soulja Boy, ******* youuu! *******s dying over repping they turf Never know, so I'm praying with my Tec in the church So they praying on my downfall (******* praying on my downfall) Bout to knock a ******* crown off (Knock a ******* crown off) Oh Lord I wish a ******* would (Wish a ******* would) Cup of Henny got me feelin' good (Got me feelin' good) Oh what a feelin' dog (What a feelin' dog) Bout to count a hundred million dog (A hundred million dog) Throw it up *******s reppin' they turf Never know So I'm praying with my tec in the church I was told to bring a tec to the church and a bible to the trap The only method that’s vital for survival is a strap My little cousin was murdered I was stifled by the act So when these *******s yap about violence I'm biased to they raps I’m here to rescue you Destitute spilling out of your breaths of truth Only benefits who is honest, that’s how you execute Watch who you pillow talk with, that’s how they retribute These ******* use social media like a confession booth Stay to myself, tread light, and keep my standards up I was in a space financially where my hands were cuffed I was in a space creatively where I had enough Started releasing the music I made for myself so now the fans rush Sunday mornings at St. John’s in Bay View Young adolescents distorted we had the same view Dice games in the ba******t repping our turf Bumping Strange, you could say we had a tech in the church So they praying on my downfall (******* praying on my downfall) Bout to knock a ******* crown off (Knock a ******* crown off) Oh Lord I wish a ******* would (Wish a ******* would) Cup of Henny got me feelin' good (Got me feelin' good) Oh what a feelin' dog (What a feelin' dog) Bout to count a hundred million dog (A hundred million dog) Throw it up *******s reppin' they turf Never know So I'm praying with my tec in the church Okay, I'm ready to die Brrra, you waving that tec in the sky You ready or not? I enter the block leave all of you dead in a box Who the ******* is you, Pac? The ******* is you Biggie? I never get love from the city I never got *******t, just a couple a ******* A couple a pennies and plenty of haters and tricks Go fix your mouth before you get back handed I'm from a bottled of rap planet where these hoes think I'm half-Spanish The truth is I'm an Afghan, I'm half-black but I act frantic I grab Xanax and pop Vikes and then make a crack sandwich I'm mad at you You would never keep your word, you're such a crook I can't trust you, you'll say anything for a couple bucks That's ******g nuts Word to Karen Civil, you ******g slut You’s just a thot and your mouth is as loose as your twat I know who is you not, ******* you and that Louis you got With my money taking vacations and sucking noodles and ****** They got proof you a fraudulent ******* with a Vince Carter neck Crooked weave and some funny ******* And the face of a lumpy *******, my ******* ******* this ******* *******t, I hope my 50k was worth it Or your pimping days are murdered, you done bit the blade on purpose I know this gon' make you nervous Who the ******* did you encourage? Hillary Clinton ain't gon' like this, she's standing next to a serpent I'm standing next to your merchant Writing curses in cursive all over your ******g hearses Get froggy, you's just a hermit ******* go get your ******g hair did How old is that *******t? I should wrap my ******* around your neck and keep choking that *******t, ******* So they praying on my downfall (******* praying on my downfall) Bout to knock a ******* crown off (Knock a ******* crown off) Oh Lord I wish a ******* would (Wish a ******* would) Cup of Henny got me feelin' good (Got me feelin' good) Oh what a feelin' dog (What a feelin' dog) Bout to count a hundred million dog (A hundred million dog) Throw it up *******s reppin' they turf Never know So I'm praying with my tec in the church
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