Sunday Service
You know we back, right?
Clear the streets out
Jarreau Vandal
Yeah, yuh, yeah, yuh
Yeah, yuh, yeah, yuh
Ooh
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Yeah, yuh, yeah, yuh
Ooh
Yeah, yuh, yeah, yuh
Yeah, yuh, yeah, yuh
Yeah, yuh, yeah, yuh
So hard to ghost, yet I'm ready to die
Not B.I.G., not limited to the sky
If the doves cry, then label me as a Prince
With a bad bitch that's covered in cheetah print, oh shit
Wanted for the most swag, I'm the culprit
Draped in unknown shit, you ain't own this
Shoe game just like the Home Alone flicks
These ain't Off-White, these McCaulay Culkins, ooh
I'm the token, black guy that's right
Tell the whole world kiss my backside
Watch your girl spread like WiFi
Easy as pie, who let the fact God loose? Back to black roots
Back to stack racks and packed in black coupes
Attack, we contract, you back in black suits
I am what I am, I'm Zeus and Jesus, what it do?
I ride with the livest men, day ones from five to ten
From the three like Iverson, so that means I only ride with Kim
Like I hit you with the hadouken, fuck a, "How you been?"
Oh where you been at? Go ask your girl where her chin at
Go ask the world what I win at
Same place that we pray to God where we sin at
Looking for the holy water, askin' where the Gin at?
Whoa, let's slow down
King Arthur of the other table, let's go 'round
Never try to tell me what's my sound
And Clout Cobain made me really hate clowns
So profound when it come to the art
I was too bound to the ways of the dark
Let 'em all drown with a ticket for the Ark
Tryna' ride this wave, be a victim to a shark, for real
Writer/s: Kanye West, Denzel Curry, Jarreau Vandal
