🎵 Good Friday // by Rob Markman

4 Contributors Good Friday Lyrics [Intro] Write to dream [Verse 1: Rob Markman] I seen my pastor in a Benz, boy lemme hold somethin' I ain’t gonna tell the whole church you stole from em I know, I know, I know, you tryna save they soul for 'em But cot damn man that’s a cold foreign Ha, who I’m kidding? Ha, I’m just here finessin' Shit, I do believe in God, these raps is a blessin' Tryna get it on my own, I don’t use no connections And you ain’t gotta like it, but I swear they gonna respect it Money is the root but don’t grow on trees to help ya Rap about God, you could build a tax shelter I don’t chase the money, I’m at Chase, at the teller Bank account on, "Sorry sir ain’t nothing I can tell ya" Got some records I could sell ya, oops records you could stream Won’t really make no cream, but ya happiness is key I’m hear to tell ya now everything ain’t what it seem All praise these righteous things, we all have a write to dream [Chorus: Rob Markman] Whoa, whoa, whoa, I ain’t clear this song either 'Ye if this blow, I'll sort it out when I see ya We share the same faith and we both praise Jesus Good Friday in the stu, I'ma tryna drop this thing by Easter Whoa, whoa, whoa, I ain’t clear this song either 'Ye if this blow, I'll sort it out when I see ya We share the same faith and we both praise Jesus Good Friday in the stu, I'ma tryna drop this thing by Easter [Verse 2: Cantrell] Mm, on my way up like 3rd day Need me 10 Gs like per day, see me sow seeds up early My homies rep like OK, back in the hood like O'Shea See I been patient way too long you better check my co-pay (look) I was born to win, born to sin, so new beginnings they can flow within So they riding waves? I’ll go Moses, pardon while I find my zen Partially I move my pen like an army of the Nazarene Samson when I near my end, I go Daniel when I’m in the den My heart smile you see gold, got gold slugs on my soul Might throw a shot from pew, pour holy water in a 4 I’m Funk Flex with the Lugz, I’m Greg Street with the 4s I’m Clark Kent with 3s, we doing good I suppose We doing Wells Fargo, Lord have Murciélago If you grab the wheel you can have your will, Rob will they go far as I’ll go? Look this be my ratchet righteous thing Know we all got the right to dream, so I’m gon’ vow to write the dream Yah Yah [Chorus: Rob Markman] Whoa, whoa, whoa, I ain’t clear this song either 'Ye if this blow, I'll sort it out when I see ya We share the same faith and we both praise Jesus Good Friday in the stu, I'ma tryna drop this thing by Easter Whoa, whoa, whoa, I ain’t clear this song either 'Ye if this blow, I'll sort it out when I see ya We share the same faith and we both praise Jesus Good Friday in the stu, I'ma tryna drop this thing by Easter