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This is how I'm feeling right now, I mean I'm.. I'm blessed

[Chorus]

Me, I ain't got to send a usher around with baskets or talk to a choir

But nigga I'm cleaner than your motherfucking preacher on sunday morning

Me, I run the streets all week, hustle hard, I do work to get by

But bet I be the cleanest motherfucking in the service on sunday morning

[Verse 1]

I make so many mistakes, so many corrections

I'm so far from perfect, so many imperfections

But I'm a go getta, I get up and go get it

So if you're preaching prosperity, I wanna hear it

I make the hood look good, turn the base into base line

Punch lines to white lines, run from the one time

My verse is like a graphic scene, close your eyes

Now you seen the dope fiend lean

And you seen the pimp pimp hoes

The 4-4 blow and niggas puff dro

Like there's no tomorrow

Hit that pass that, that's the motto

You know jail's like vacation for my friends

They go away, come home and do the same shit again

You think I'm bad, man they don't give a fuck

They trying do what they gotta do to get a buck

[Chorus]

Me, I ain't got to send a usher around with baskets or talk to a choir

But nigga I'm cleaner than your motherfucking preacher on sunday morning

Me, I run the streets all week, hustle hard, I do work to get by

But bet I be the cleanest motherfucking in the service on sunday morning

[Verse 2]

I take the line out the good book an eye for an eye

Shoot me I shoot you back, I don't care if you die

First the sun comes down, then the sun goes up

And the coke price too when the Ds make a bust

It's freeze nigga, get the fuck on the wall and

Everything you worked for, they come to take it all

Man it's like they don't know what they taking

Hit you with the tazer, I'll have you sizzling like bacon

When you pray say a prayer for me, a nigga could use it

Through my pain there's a piece of me in all of my music

Go head you can judge me, I'm hoping you love me

I see I got it mastered, muh muh muh magic

Hocus pocus keep the bitches focused

Before we pop up on that ass with toasters

Lord forgive me I'm regressing again

Forgive me for that line and the rest of my sins

[Chorus]

Me, I ain't got to send a usher around with baskets or talk to a choir

But nigga I'm cleaner than your motherfucking preacher on sunday morning

Me, I run the streets all week, hustle hard, I do work to get by

But bet I be the cleanest motherfucking in the service on sunday morning

50 Cent - Sunday Morning – текст


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