Текст песни No Church in the Wild - Rick Ross , Meek Mill
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behind
the
double
doors
As
I
rewind
the
devils
floors
Paths
cross,
of
course
your
life
lost
"Patience
a
virtue.
Heard
that
you're
the
boss"
Your
informant's
correct
Now
give
me
enormous
respect
Cornered
the
game,
record
label
on
his
chain
Right
hand
on
the
bible
watch
the
flow
catch
flame
Margielas
on
her
feet
Now
she
riding
with
a
lame
all
jealous
in
the
Jeep
All
the
lil
homies
wanna
eat
But
we
never
settle
beef
So
settle
your
debts
before
there's
any
regrets
Gino
do
the
graffitti
and
Black
Evander
with
the
Tech
My
girls
say
that
I'm
a
mess
DJ
Khaled
say
I'm
the
best
And
my
city
do
too
20
in
the
trunk,
that's
how
city
boys
move
8.9,
now
the
crib
got
a
view
Mandarin
manicure,
DEA
in
pursuit
Champagne
and
a
Rolex,
Rose
No
church
for
a
d-boy:
let's
pray
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?
Ain't
no
church
in
the
wild
for
a
nigga
like
me
In
the
game
so
foul
in
a
world
full
of
sin
Where
the
love
flow
thin
And
the
pain
run
deep
Cause
it's
blood
in
the
streets
See
the
stains
on
the
money,
No
love
for
the
weak
Where
it
rain,
never
sunny,
just
mud
on
a
beach
Where
a
hater
sticks
to
you
like
mud
on
a
cleat
Thanksgiving
with
the
birds
just
drugs
for
a
feast
Young'n
only
13
with
a
snub
in
his
fleece
Even
though
his
heart's
cold,
he
in
love
with
the
heat
See
the
high
in
his
eyes,
hear
the
slugs
in
his
speech
From
the
bottom
out
of
Philly,
I
emerge
from
the
east
Peace!
At
the
dealer
talking
Bugatti
talk
You
never
heard
it
like
Illuminati
talk
Tell
em
haters
that
it's
my
mama's
fault
Breaking
bricks
- you
would
think
we
talking
karate
talk
Young
niggas
with
old
money
Never
trust
a
nigga
that
said
"let
me
hold
something"
Never
trust
a
bitch
that
tell
you
she
ain't
blown
nothing
The
Weathermen
never
tell
me
about
these
cold
summers
Tears
dripped
on
my
dad
casket
Niggas
turned
me
into
a
bastard
Glock
40
on
me
is
plastic
Get
to
reaching
I'm
squeezing
on
him
and
clapping
And
I
ain't
talking
about
assemblies
I'm
talking
head-shots
where
niggas
won't
remember
me
I
asked
God
please
remove
my
enemies
I
was
surprised
when
I
lost
niggas
that
was
friends
of
me
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