

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Pull up in my Sunday fit Same block, same concrete Mama say, "boy, don't slip" Devil out here six feet (uh) [Verse 1] Easter Sunday, chrome on the curb Cross on my chest, hand on my nerves Pastor say rise, but I already rose Climbed out the mud, wiped off my clothes Told God I was tired of the drought He said "say less," now it flood in the South Got scars like scripture, read every line Turned my whole pain to a headline Family in pews, I was in court Judge gave years, God gave support Came back home with the same old rage Turned that flame to a whole new stage (stage) [Chorus] Easter Sunday on the block, we live Hallelujah in the trap, we thrive (we thrive) Prayed on my knees, now I stand on mine Turn that graveyard dirt to a gold bassline Easter Sunday, still clutch, still pray (still pray) Hands in the sky, but the bills still stay If the church don't come to my side of town Then we gon' bring the church where the shots ring out [Verse 2] She walk out the choir, lace and gloss Gold hoop halo, talk to the boss Bible in her bag, blade in her boot Smile like Sunday, heart like the truth "I was in the club when I heard that hymn Bass in my chest, felt God in the din Angels in Air Max, wings in the hood Heard that voice say, 'girl, you good'" She still slide through with the kids in tow Tithes in her purse, stash tucked low One hand praise, other hand guard Holy water drip on a cracked front yard (yeah) [Chorus] Easter Sunday on the block, we live Hallelujah in the trap, we thrive (we thrive) Prayed on my knees, now I stand on mine Turn that graveyard dirt to a gold bassline Easter Sunday, still clutch, still pray (still pray) Hands in the sky, but the bills still stay If the church don't come to my side of town Then we gon' bring the church where the shots ring out [Bridge] [voices doubled, half-whispered] Ashes on my J’s, I remember Lent Forty days hungry, every dollar spent Now my plate heavy, share it with the fam Every resurrection started from a slam (slam) [Chorus] Easter Sunday on the block, we live Hallelujah in the trap, we thrive (we thrive) Prayed on my knees, now I stand on mine Turn that graveyard dirt to a gold bassline Easter Sunday, still clutch, still pray (still pray) Hands in the sky, but the bills still stay If the church don't come to my side of town Then we gon' bring the church where the shots ring out (amen)
Tags
rap, Aggressive Southern trap, thunderous melodic 808s and menacing piano stabs. Male and female vocals trading close-mic, gritty verses with doubled key phrases on punchlines. Hook stacks both voices in unison, ad-libs panned wide. Sparse intro that explodes when the drums drop, with occasional chopped gospel choir stabs under the chorus for drama.
3:33
No
4/5/2026