R.I.P. to Medgar Evers/ R.I.P. to Dr. King
I ain't tryna hate on my own kind/ But Al and Jesse don't speak for me
I'm probably gon catch some flack mayne/ But I'ma swallow this pill like Pacman

Some of these folks won't tell the truth/ Too busy tryna get them racks mayne
Church tryna rob my paychecks/ Choir members probably havin gay sex
Pastor manipulatin hurtin women/ I wonder which he's gon slay next

Bookstore pimpin them hope books Like God don't know how broke looks
And tellin me that I'm gon reap a mill/ If I sow into these low crooks
Plus I know ol' girl a freak/ Now how she singin a solo

I walked in the church wit a snapback/ And they tellin me that that's a "nono"?
That's backwords, and I lack words/ For these actors called pastors
All these folks is hypocrites/ And that's why I ain't at church

Truthfully I'm just doin me/ And I don't wanna face no scrutiny
As long as the church keep wildin' out/ I can justify all my foolish deeds
Smokin weed, pourin up/ Keep that 'lade up in my cup

Maybe I could change the world/ But this !@$^ on my laptop got me stuck
Yeah I know whats right from wrong/ But that there ain't gon sell a song
I rather sell my soul than save it/ If that's what make my money long

It better not be no real God/ With real hope, that heals hearts/ That shows me that I ain't livin up/ To all the things that He put me here for
It better not be no real church/ Real saints, who pray hard/ And let me rock my snapback/ With the 501s and the J's on/
It better not be no real folk/ Who don't think that they better than you/ Straight or gay, drunk or high/ They walk through the cold weather wit chu

Nah we don't wanna see that/ Cause that might mean "life change"/ That might mean I'm worth more/ Than money, cars, sex, and pipe dreams
Better not be no real Jesus/ Real forgiveness, for hurt folks/ If God gon take me as I am/ I guesss I already got on my Church Clothes