Wiley

Wiley - No Church In The Wild Remix

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(Ft. Kanye West & Jay-Z)

Human beings in a mob

What’s a mob to a king?

What’s a king to a god?

What’s a god to a non-believer?

Who don’t believe in anything?

We make it out alive

All right, all right

No church in the wild

[Jay-Z:]

Tears on the mausoleum floor

Blood stains the coliseum doors

Lies on the lips of a priest

Thanksgiving disguised as a feast

Rollin’ in the Rolls-Royce Corniche

Only the doctors got this, I’m hidin’ from police

Cocaine seats

All white like I got the whole thing bleached

Drug dealer chic

I’m wonderin’ if a thug’s prayers reach

Is Pious pious cause God loves pious?

Socrates asks, “Whose bias do y’all seek?”

All for Plato, screech

I’m out here ballin’, I know ya’ll hear my sneaks

Jesus was a carpenter, Yeezy, laid beats

Hova flow the Holy Ghost, get the hell up out your seats

Preach

Hook:

Human beings in a mob

What’s a mob to a king?

What’s a king to a god?

What’s a god to a non-believer?

Who don’t believe in anything?

We make it out alive

All right, all right

No church in the wild

Stab wounds, your body on a stretcher

Where’s god, he can't be seen, so i get up

Body drippin with blood ‘cause i’ma rapper

Words and death, life's not any better.

Surrounded by squad no security guards

I’m still alive and my security is hard i’m a star

I've been rolling through the wild

And i ain’t seen a church in a while

I’m glad I'm far.

The church was invented to keep my people calm

And if I ever pick up a pen, got the fire in my arm.

Flying the flag you’re lucky like a charm

Why're you acting like you’re living in a barn on a farm

When I die Ima meet the cousin of sleep

I promise I’ll make a dozen into a heap

Made a car into 'The Clean', made a buggy a jeep

People runnin with their mouths that should be runnin with their feet. Preach.

[Hook:]

..

Let me buy you, desire

I stand by you, walk through the fire

Your love is my scripture

Let me into your encryption

[Kanye West]

Coke on her black skin made a stripe like a zebra

I call that jungle fever

You will not control the threesome

Just roll the weed up until I get me some

We formed a new religion

No sins as long as there’s permission’

And deception is the only felony

So never f-ck nobody wit’out tellin’ me

Sunglasses and Advil

Last night was mad real

Sun comin’ up, 5 a.m.

I wonder if they got cabs still

Thinkin’ ’bout the girl in all-leopard

Who was rubbin’ the wood like Kiki Shepard

Two tattooes, one read “No Apologies”

The other said “Love is cursed by monogamy”

That’s somethin’ that the pastor don’t preach

That’s somethin’ that a teacher can’t teach

When we die, the money we can’t keep

But we prolly spend it all ’cause the pain ain’t cheap

Preach

Hook:

Human beings in a mob

What’s a mob to a king?

What’s a king to a god?

What’s a god to a non-believer?

Who don’t believe in anything?

Will he make it out alive

All right, all right

No church in the wild

No church in the wild

No church in the wild

No church in the wild

Thanks to Sephezade for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to DublAye for correcting these lyrics

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