You (feat. Teyana Taylor)

Tellin' me the things you that heard about
 Nothin' good comes when you searchin' for the wrong things
 Somethin' feels off when I come around
 Askin' me questions like, 'what do I believe in?'
 'You,' everyone's a saint 'til the church lets out
 That goes for you too
 Everything ain't perfect but I do it for...
 Who is you to judge me?
 Just cause i'm drunk and stumblin' out the club, me, her and her girlfriend
 Ain't nobody perfect but the Lord
 You always quick to point out all my flaws when I was leaving out yours
 Here's a message little girls, little boy
 You could be the dirtiest muh'fucker in the world but have morals
 Don't nobody give you nothin' 'less you work for it
 Ladies get an education, you ain't gotta twerk for it
 You know the Lord send you a sign, don't ignore it
 And that's whether you study from the Bible or Quran or the Torah
 We original, indigenous, god among men
 It's two things that's yours, your body and your sin
 Gotta claim 'em, just like these so-called conservatives
 Fight against the rights of homosexuals then go home and play with lil' kid
 Shit, I promised all the shit that I'd ever did
 Was to move out and leave the hood and keep me from trappin' not up the river
 And my testimony my testament
 All the bullshit that I seen happen in life turned me into a pessimist
 I'm cynical, yeah
 I learned life is all about principle
 You so judgmental 'cause you miserable
 And my inner peace ain't expendable
 Tellin' me the things you that heard about
 Nothin' good comes when you searchin' for the wrong things
 Somethin' feels off when I come around
 Askin' me questions like, 'what do I believe in?'
 'You,' everyone's a saint 'til the church lets out
 That goes for you too
 Everything ain't perfect but I do it for...
 I never seen nobody end up in the right place
 Worried about the wrong thing
 So in tribulation, better do your own thang
 See, some of my partners trap and some of 'em gang bang
 Some of 'em snort powder, just barely maintain
 No fuckin' with the Cali, got to grease the fist
 Came home with a diploma, got a job makin' pennies
 Homie like me who ain't finished high school, dropped out and went to prison
 Still ended up runnin' multi-million dollar businesses
 Man, if I tell you shit I knew about
 You can tell the difference between me reflectin' and tryna glorify
 'Cause most the time this shit be borderline outta line
 And you just wanna monetize, only focus on the bottom line
 When it deeper than that
 We here to analyze life and hope the people connect
 We not just out here sellin' reefer, find the cheaper connect
 Just waitin' on TIP to spit some shit a G could respect
 For real
 Tellin' me the things you that heard about
 Nothin' good comes when you searchin' for the wrong things
 Somethin' feels off when I come around
 Askin' me questions like, 'what do I believe in?'
 'You,' everyone's a saint 'til the church lets out
 That goes for you too
 Everything ain't perfect but I do it for...
 Yeah, you see the shit they missin' today is the G-code
 You know, what we did, man, we did out of a lack of options, you know?
 But we stuck to a code
 You win, you lose, but you abide by the code
 You dig what I'm sayin'?