Boogly eyes gawkin' and gaggin' on giftsWord, we all wonders when we wander on streetsNah, we ain't hatin', the church will always ***The streets accept faith more than faith leaders preachPastor, tell me what you're afterThe bottom of the ladder is where you should beNeed to heed to the kingdom, serve out and feed themDon't get mad cause my crew learn how to reach themExtend a hand with open armsBeen hurt for so long, made us feel we don't belongAnd we don't, I won't take you seriouslyTalk about me, then you hug meBetter expect a rap that slaps like a snapFrustrated like Dax, cause we mapped out the sceneSo y'all could live your dreams in the name of JehovahRhymin' on the Sabbath likeYeah!Hip-hop ain't over, now it's acceptedFor the years we invested, and the years we were messed withIt's time to get blessed with a positive wordFrom all the crews that we serveWe got colors and textures of styles that they've learnedI'm a succulent spirit that spits the light webThe survivor and soldier within me dwellIt's about heaven and hell, heresy and to failJust ride the coattail, stay on the trailIt's about heaven and hell, heresy and to fail