Backblock Sermons

Late fee on my patience

Came up

Off lateness

Clock in

On greatness (yeah)

I was eating cold rice

On a paper plate

Now the landlord

Tryna smile in my face

Same ones laughed

Turned fans off a phrase

Same block, same cracks

New tax on the plays

Mom still stretching

Coupons, corners

I stretch time

Make nights feel shorter

Phone still buzzin’

From the plug and the lawyers

Heart still heavy

But the drip feel warmer (woah)

This that backblock sermon

Every line, closed curtain

Turn my worst days

Into verses

Turn my losses

Into purpose

Yeah, we came up

Out the furnace

Now my name good

On the purchase

This that backblock sermon

Backblock sermon (hey!)

Got my day ones

In a cracked iPhone

Notes full of pain

Turned stacks off poems

Told lil bro:

“Don’t chase my throne

Chase peace, chase sleep

Chase going back home”

Still pray quiet

When the plate look loud

Still feel small

When the crowd too proud

If I fall off

I’ma fall to the ground

Kiss that dirt

Then flip that sound (yeah)

This that backblock sermon

Every line, closed curtain

Turn my worst days

Into verses

Turn my losses

Into purpose

Yeah, we came up

Out the furnace

Now my name good

On the purchase

This that backblock sermon

Backblock sermon (woah)