Church Liquor Store (feat. Noname)

[Akenya]

Oooh, ahhh

Oooh, ahhh

[Saba]

They ask you: What's the cause and effect?

Of doobies packed in they fat

Now you callin' collect, they booby trappin' the trap

The police pullin' a pulley, you'll fall for it you silly

Putty you outta shape, fuck runnin', you'll catch a case

I can't relate to half of my relatives

My genetics is felony, buyin' low and resellin' it

They told me tell a story, I'm like: Why not mine?"

Shit everybody takin' pictures, I'm like: Why not Vine?

And growin' from the ground up, it look like I'm a vine

It's rarity in my realness, yeah I'm a fine, diamond in the rough type

Rough type, roughhouse in a roadhouse like rugby

Lovely, when you hit a lick, little kick like Chun-Li

Funny, kids that I hoop with all in county

Counting, black bodies hunt 'em down look like bounties

Bound to, be on the block a little while longer

They your homies, this what home is

What don't kill ya make ya stronger

Call Obama, Jesus, Yeezus

He can save Chicago from the demons

And the deacons when it's the end

Yeah, dodged precincts since pre-teens

Let's pretend we privileged, not deceased, addicted

[Saba & Akenya]

It look like funeral home, church, church, liquor store

Corner store, dreadhead, deadly, ditto

10-4, ten foes from Cicero to Central

Was told: Let it go, didn't know who to hit though

Now, that's church, barbershop, bottle I got

From the liquor store on Cicero, I ain't 21, but he didn't know

[Saba]

Bad habits of wrong places at wrong times

A stray bullet'll take your first-born like the Tenth Plague

I'm the new Pharaoh, my phone line

Forever open for prayer, the fallen soldiers ain't fell

They in my pen, and I do thank God

They say preach like Cooley High

From beginnin' to end, that's Alpha and Omega

My city the same ghost that made Lupe cry

Soon's you loosen up your grip, you lost then lose your life

I loosen a dread from every time

I gotta wash the cigarette smoke from outta my head

Like: How I'm not dead?

Going on 20 soon, they say I changed, that's a fitting room

I'm still the same kid that didn't speak when we were in the school

I just got a mic now, I turned to a real nigga

I just knocked the white down, and fuck who you think I sound like

I'm a legend in the making like the director's cut

Of I Am Legend and I'm fed up with the fuck comparison

These niggas don't got the truth that y'all want, do they?

Think I'm lying? Then plan a trip to Chicago today

I was 15, they was fuckin' with me

There's no logic in love, but there's no love in the streets

[Saba & Akenya]

It look like funeral home, church, church, liquor store

Corner store, dreadhead, deadly, ditto

Sillouette! Chalk outline, sketch!

It's not safe outside when they want your neck

Now, that's church, barbershop, bottle I got

From the liquor store on Cicero, I ain't 21, but he didn't know

[Noname]

They sold, they sold

They sold prison the way they pipeline, systematically lifeline

Erase all niggas, they so bulletproof from the law

Law abiding citizen shot, Willie Lynch do crack now

Made the new letters shiny, now we pray King Kunta

I hope the grave don't find me, I do my E&J kindly

I do my time when it's timely

Sometimes, the Bible tastes like marmalade

My mama still sipping

Politician owe Donald Duck a quacking-new kitchen

They kept the melting pot inside the slave plot—watch

They gentrified your neighborhood, no need for cops—watch

Look at the yoga pants, coffee shops and yogurt stands

Consumerism, holy land

And on the other hand, my mama land

[Saba & Akenya]

It look like funeral home, church, church, liquor store

Corner store, dread-head, deadly

[Spoken]

'Man, give them people hell, bro

On life, let 'em know how you feelin', yo, let 'em know what's going on, bro

Free us, every chance you get, free my nigga Marl, free Jimmy

Fresh, yo, Frillz, yo

Let 'em know, yo, keep us alive out there in them verses, yo

On the real, bro

Ayy, love, bro, take care, bro

Tell my brother—tell Fresh I said I love him

Tell him—when you see Squeaky, tell him I love him

Tell your bro'n'em I said what's up

I salute you, bro

You sent ol' girl them pictures, right? Aight, flat, bro

I love you, bro, I'ma talk to you in a minute, bro

The caller has hung up'