Rich Homie Quan — Worship

[Intro] I've been known, I love ya'll for this I wouldn't wear it tho I know father died, mother died, got me? 130 the producer Ayyy, Rich Homie baby [Chorus] 15 thousand will get your partner knocked off 16 thousand for them styled, tailored car bombs 18, I was stealin' mama's money out her top drawer I could not get knocked off So, you know I had to grind So my folks won't have to work not more Still goin' in, made a promise, we wouldn't hurt no more Goin' to church on Sundays, what you worship for? [Verse 1] I was in the court They thought I wasn't gon' dip Used to hide money at my mama's house She didn't know it was in her crib I can't give no fucks no more, I gotta tell them how I feel I can't show no love no more, they gonna stab me once again Family in my business tryna see what I done spent You can't offer me nothing and I don't need no new friends I won't cover my tongue 'cause I don't care who I offend Turn a L to a win Turn a player to a pimp Everything double G on my end These bitches tryna cuddle me in my Benz Niggas tryna break me knowing I won't bend And I tell that's how the story goes And I came here just to vent And I hope you can understand (What about the critics bro?) I won't let 'em in [Chorus] 15 thousand will get your partner knocked off 16 thousand for them styled, tailored car bombs 18, I was stealin' mama's money out her top drawer I could not get knocked off So, you know I had to grind So my folks won't have to work not more Still goin' in, made a promise, we wouldn't hurt no more Goin' to church on Sundays, what you worship for? [Verse 2] Lie to me in my face But why would you stab me in by back? Prolly 'cause you thought I was dead I resurrected, I'm back, hoe Every time a bad bitch call, my problems call me back, though A lot of y'all niggas bit into my swag Prolly not dealing with that flow A lot of y'all niggas sound like my son Shoulda been calling me dad-oh Rumor has it that I fell off Only thing I fell off was a basket Plug tried to send the bails off I had to tell him, "Don't send it to the mansion" Your favorite rapper tried to steal the sauce I got that nigga stealing in the pantry At times I forget I done made it Still got a million in the mansion Still tryna make 'em understand Lot of discretion but I gotta keep a country head Never sell my soul for a bunch of bread [Chorus] 15 thousand will get your partner knocked off 16 thousand for them styled, tailored car bombs 18, I was stealin' mama's money out her top drawer I could not get knocked off So, you know I had to grind So my folks won't have to work not more Still goin' in, made a promise, we wouldn't hurt no more Goin' to church on Sundays, what you worship for? [Outro] You can't run from the truth shawdy, you feel me? I gotta be me, and fuck what anybody else think man I'm back to having fun on you niggas