Sabbath School Lyrics

Believe

YANG

Young Articulate Nigga God

This ain't a rap song this a religion

I'm tired a spliffs baby gimme my bong

My Friday nights should be played in the cinema

Sex drugs homicide still don't feel a thing

Sins on my shoulders gimme chronic back paint but

I ain't stressing, stacking up counting my blessings

No snitching never telling never confessing

Not to Jesus or the Policeman

That's what I call a moral dilemma

Right now I'm so far from deliverance

Bitter pill to swallow lime and vinegar

Tryna keep it civil with the civilians

They don't understand when I react like a criminal

My spirit has been here since the beginning

Seen it all that's why a young nigga so cynical

Believe

YANG

Young Articulate Nigga God

This ain't a rap song this a religion

Fist Fight young nigga brought a gun to it

The shit that make you run make me run to it

Thank the lord for getting rid of the dinosaurs

Them raptors was scarier than the rapture

Niggas is out her switching up faces like the Jackson's

They was my niggaz but now they more Anglo Saxon

My raps be more creative than Stan Lee

Took your bitch out for dinner it cost me a grand three

Pinky up with my cup I go hard in these damn streets

Same old Two step I call that an antique

Hard to believe in what you cannot see

The best rapper in the Caribbean sea

Rat race but i wont enter not at all

I brush em off, Pinky up with my dinner fork

Believe

Mek it run out mi want say sumn at the end

Don't, don't, don't change

Don't, don't, don't, change

Don't, don't, don't, change

Don't, don't, don't, change