Congregation lyrics

[Intro]
(Yeah)
(Brraow)
(C'mere)
(Ha-ha)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)

[Chorus]
I ain't ya ordinary hustler, keep it silenced 'til the goal achieved
Front runner for my team, I do this for my family
Woke up thinkin' 'bout my daughter being stolen, got a lawyer
Ain't no help inside my corner, I'm gon' do it by my lonely

Neighborhood trauma turned the boy into a man
Had to lock in on my measure I couldn't ever show my hand
The type of sh*t I told [?] crowd dispersal on demand
PCF a congregation get you flipped on my command

[Verse]
I still smell the perfume on my wrong it's kind of hard not to succ*mb to it
Mind flow my mission and this system I'm gon' scrum to it
Crossed out by my lil' onеs I ain't even trip I'm really numb to it
Gеttin' so tired of turmoil I see peace and then I run to it

For real n*gga you don't know how it feel
Ever took care of a b*tch she switched up tried to get you killed?
How you ask for money, go behind my back and f*ckin' steal?
With my comrade pillow {?} he must don't know that sh*t reveal
All this heartache in my body can't even heal this sh*t get real one day you'll kneel
Made it out Kenny-ville
Shows in Quebec this sh*t surreal
Afluencer gettin' high with my chronie
Pape' come I'ma keep some on me
Money money money money money
The bad b*tches lovin' Lil Tony

Runnin' sh*t up I don't need no accomplice
Pray for directions I don't need a compass
n*ggas among us bunk down can't even calm down so f*ckin' high with a gun
I don't know 'bout no bird I f*ck with nocap I really got gunners and gunners
I'm gettin' way too big got African hoes shakin' ass in Uganda

Push up scope out your enclosure
I ain't for no gang n*gga f*ck a poker
Yeah I heard that song I get that load and I'm gon' bump down on 'em
I still be havin' kill dreams the opp boy know about they six soil
Think the opps been p*ssin' on theyselves how they been gettin' soiled

[Chorus] [Outro]
I ain't ya ordinary hustler, keep it silenced 'til the goal achieved
Front runner for my team, I do this for my family
Woke up thinkin' 'bout my daughter being stolen, got a lawyer
Ain't no help inside my corner, I'm gon' do it by my lonely

Neighborhood trauma turned the boy into a man
Had to lock in on my measure I couldn't ever show my hand
The type of sh*t I told [?] crowd dispersal on demand
PCF a congregation get you flipped on my command