Stiches: DeiDei, Lil Stoney

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Ain't no telling what I'm finna teach on, ayy, ayy
Imma teach on that Doctrine, hey
 
Hey lil Stoney, would you like to walk and proselite
Haters always hate, we gon make it to the combine
Ice on my ring, choose the right Jesus Christ
Im jus tryna teach the non members in NC
I just hit a tism, n my mama proud of me
I just gave a BOM n rolled away with her number
When I serve my mission, I might get blessed with da schola
And I give like ten BOMs, dang, I’m really never home
All these elders clones, tryna copy what I’m on
Elders, get your own, tryna snitch on da whole zone
Word to brother brown, pres, I had a good day
AT&T, laggin, boy, dis Samsung gay
North Carolina mission, is the mission that I’m on
I know you know I’m diff, if it ain’t bout ball, I’m gone
People hatin cause I’m chosen from the one, dat died den rose
Sisters staring at my style, cause there style looking old
Put that girl up in the font, I think she’s ready to love Jesus
I’m a real young elder from the 808 dome
I’m a real young elder from the 808 dome
Real young elder from the 808 dome
 
In the middle of the tism, girl, get off me
yeah Im in the zone, cuz I'm rollin' in the chevy
Yeah, I know them shawties all fond of me
but i cant do that, im a missionary
Satan in my ear, they tryna get with me
Wish i could but, i got my own itinerary
Said that I cant do that, imma missionary
I aint a dirty dog, get away from me
 
Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna teach on, ayy, ayy
Imma teach on that Doctrine, hey
Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna, hey Imma teach on, ayy, ayy
Said Imma teach on , ayy, all that Doctrine, ayy
 
I got M.F.S and Personal
Camilles on my mind tho
All these Elders say shes Fuego
I should sauce 'em up like Prego
Fettucini with Alfredo
But instead i say i know bro
All I wanted was the fame of being inna N.F.L
I was six years old when they said "you cant make it bro"
They treat me like that but they cant even see my potential
I was 17 years old when i took them all by surprise tho
Had them all steppin'
That's what I call epic
Couple summers later I my papers
I acquired taste for eggos on fruty bagels
With the yogert on a square plate
At the restaurant with the "why you got to stare" face
To know i either preach or spread lies over peoples faith
White face, brown headed
Silver cuban chain wearin'
They just mad 'cause I got that cheese, snitch, I keep dairy
Turnt up in the party, gettin' lit to DeiDei
With a Spanish shawty, word to my mami, ayy
In the middle of the tism, girl, get off me
Yeah im in the zone, cuz im rollin' in the chevy
Yeah, I know them shawties all fond of me
but i cant do that, im a missionary
Satan in my ear, they tryna get with me
Wish i could but, i got my own itinerary
Said that I cant do that, imma missionary
I aint a dirty dog, get away from me

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