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no church in the wild remix - wiley lyrics

[hook: frank ocean]
human beings in a mob
what’s a mob to a king? what’s a king to a god?
what’s a god to a non-believer who don’t believe in anything?
will he make it out alive? alright, alright, no church in the wild

[verse 1: jay z]
tears on the mausoleum floor
blood stains the colosseum doors
lies on the lips of a priest
thanksgiving disguised as a feast
rolling in rolls royce corniche
only the doctors got this, i’m hiding from police
cocaine seats, all white like i got the whole thing bleached
drug dealer chic, i’m wondering if a thug’s prayers reach
is pious pious cause god loves pious?
socrates asked whose bias do y’all seek?
all for plato, screech
i’m out here balling, i know y’all hear my sneaks
jesus was a carpenter, yeezy he laid beats
hova flow the holy ghost, get the h-ll up out your seats, preach

[hook]

[verse 2: wiley]
stab wounds, your body on a stretcher
where’s god, he can’t be seen, so i get up
body drippin with blood ‘cause i’ma rapper
words and death, life’s not any better
surrounded by squad no security guards
i’m still alive and my security is hard i’m a star
i’ve been rolling through the wild
and i ain’t seen a church in a while
i’m glad i’m far
the church was invented to keep my people calm
and if i ever pick up a pen, got the fire in my arm
flying the flag you’re lucky like a charm
why’re you acting like you’re living in a barn on a farm
when i die ima meet the cousin of sleep
i promise i’ll make a dozen into a heap
made a car into ‘the clean’, made a buggy a jeep
people runnin with their mouths that should be runnin with their feet
preach

[hook]

[verse 3: kanye west]
c0ke on her black skin
made a stripe like a zebra, i call that jungle fever
you will not control the threesome
just roll the weed up until i get me some
we formed a new religion
no sins as long as there’s permission
and deception is the only felony
so never f-ck n0body without telling me
sungl-sses and advil, last night was mad real
sun coming up, 5 a.m., i wonder if they got cabs still?
thinking ’bout the girl in all leopard
who was rubbing the wood like kiki shepherd
two tattoos: one read “no apologies”
the other said “love is cursed by monogamy”
it’s something that the pastor don’t preach
it’s something that a teacher can’t teach
when we die the money we can’t keep
but we probably spend it all cause the pain ain’t cheap: preach

[hook]

- wiley lyrics

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