Lyrics Pastor Tigallo - Phonte

Uh, yeah, listen
I want you to come on in
No matter who you are, just come on in
Saints and ain'ts
No matter where you are in your walkin' life, just come on in
Bring your ass to church, Tigallo, Tigallo

They love it when I talk my shit again
Pastor Tigallo, rap game Benny Hinn
I wanna be chill but can't afford to be still
I need a refill, greens, bills, dividends
So pull it outcha pocket dollar bills, twenty twens
I show out 'cause I know doubt just like the phrase "then again?"
This is prosperity rap shit for people who be
Dreamin' of Saks Fifth but pockets on CitiTrends
You wack niggas who deny y'all wackness
Is like Black niggas who deny they Blackness and say
Wack shit like "I ain't Black bitch, my daddy Dominican"
Close your eyes and envision a flow that
Can't be imprisoned, my shit'll break outta any pen
I used to think these hoes fine,
Now these hoes mine and I'm singing to 'em like Rin and Tin

Everybody has a time when they're in need
And if ya need a healing then let it get into you
Let it get into you

I'm a man, I'm a black citizen, on a stand with a magnificent
Plan to act niggerish to a tee like a black Jack Nicklaus
Or EST the acknicklous, do ya rap diligence
Do ya backpack, trap rap and ya Dilla shit
I'ma be a gentleman and show you
Sentimental niggas what the fundamentals is
And walk off with two white hoes like Black militants
Take me to the king, nah nigga take me to the dealership
Then take me to a doctor for pills because I'm ill-equipped
To deal with a subliminal diss,
It ain't real beef, it's Kibbles 'n Bits
What I do with these bars is criminal, it's not a game
So y'all can miss me with that new nigga millennial shit
I ain't heard of that murder rap game Cyrano de Bergerac
From Tigallo still the livest nigga in your cul-de-sac
Sang it, Booty.
SANG IT, BOOTY!

Everybody has a time when they're in need
And if ya need a healing then let it get into you
Let it get into you

Let it get into you (Let it get into you)

Onstage I'm a monster, in Paris I am "Monsieur"
But when I step off still I'm unsure
With no reverb, it deserves an encore
My grandma askin', "What you cussin' all the time for?"
It's for the family, nah it's for my sanity
Handily stayin' true to myself, outta the concourse
'Cause niggas is comedy, shit is Flight of the Conchords
It was a late night and I was set on a drive down 85
Wonderin' why the best
Ideas only come to me when I'm alone or I'm depressed
Whatever happens to a rhyme deferred?
4 bars at a loss for words, hoping that I find the rest
It's like a wound that never heals, a void that never fills
And I'm thinkin', is it by design or by request?
I really oughta take some time to rest this can't be healthy
Maybe I'm possessed, maybe I'm a mess
Man in the High Castle takin' out a Minor Threat
With one stroke of a pen, sippin' on Hen', sittin' behind a desk
Why is it niggas only thrive in a time of stress?
Call it a benediction or divine intervention
I can't remember when the bars turned into a sentence
I'm not the man that I intend to be
Pastor came to give you life but this life is killing me