Ankhlejohn The Church At Auvers Lyrics

(Sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick)

[Bridge]
Ay check
All my life, I tried to tell you I'm the one
The devil couldn't f*ck with the son
Mathematics taught me how to add sums
Foul niggas gave me and-1's, beat the odds like a pad drum

[Verse]
Oil-base canvas, hands together like praying mantis
Like Jesus from the dead I arose
I'm the modern-day Van Gogh
She in a red dress laying down as I play the piano
You can add me on the list as a Soprano
Mafia ties, infiltration how the mafia died
We live by the code omerta
I'm giving y'all the best shit you never heard of, ran in the store
And robbed every merchant, nothing was purchased
Took everything, from the toothpaste to the damn purses
Publications want a write-up
I don't even write my damn verses, if I did it'd be in cursive

[Chorus]
All my life, I tried to tell you I'm the one Devil couldn't f*ck with the son
It don't make you no man if you go get the gun, but I understand
How things run, either way we getting things done
All my life, I tried to tell you I'm the one
The devil couldn't f*ck with the son
It don't make you no man if you go get the gun, but I understand
How things run, either way we getting things done
(Swear to God! Sick sick sick)

[man talking]
Let's say, you growing up in a rough neighborhood
Your mother on crack
Every time she get a welfare check, it's gone
You ain't eating good
You going to school, people laughing at you cuz you dirty as shit
So you go in a pound---bam---just to get the money
You getting money swell, you going to school, you eating good
You got cars, you got the bitches
Then, nigga get jealous, he wanna take your money
So then, you gotta hold yours