Lyrics Sunday Morning - Mani Draper

Bloodshed on the concrete
And it made a money tree
Wolves howling at the moon
Baby tell me what you see
Pay my tithes to wash these sins
But I ain′t living on my knees

But I tell you
Sunday morning
I'm gon′ get right

Sunday morning
I'm gon' get right

Love don′t live here anymore
Per her caption
Manipulate and penetrate
Know niggas tactics
Sunday service
You a long way from Calabasas
The face of struggle rap
Yeah still not making traction
Give it up already
Cut your loses
All our ancestors built dawg
Is all this cost us
Splitting pennies on a stream
Man how we bosses
Boys turned savage
Pray you never cross us
My offering
Prayers go towards the sun
No war was ever won
Without no paper
Wait on who to save ya
Boy go get you some
Gratitude
You look like food
Don′t confuse the hate with love
Holy water
For a sponsor
Who do pain better than us
No
Dying in a city
That you never could call home
No heaven for a sinner baby
Tell me where my dawgs go
No
Mind on the money
Money on the mind
And when it comes to mine

You know right from wrong
Good from evil
Up from down
Hell from heaven
You know all of this

Act accordingly

Stain glass on the window
Put a filter on the evil
A bible on the dash
On the 5 in a regal
I know what we do is wrong
I swear to God I feel like Siegel
Most potential in the world
Still the masses never see you
Yet
Man is really measured by the way he reach the people
Wait
Louder for the ones in back
Gotta put numbers on the board
Always gon' point to the stats
Oh you don′t do facts
Can't tell me much bout mine
Not with my faith in tact
Know the pain won′t last
Tell em put it on my tab
I'm a make this back
Could you spare the tribe and bargain
With your only son
So Richmond
I got baptized at the plunge
Protest and prayers
To a loaded gun
Still sing the same song
The work is never done