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Al Doe Y Spanish Ran - The Pope And The Pastor Lyrics

[Chorus: Al-Doe]
Can't get paid in a Earth this big
You worthless, kid, nigga don't deserve to live
Can't get paid in a Earth this big
You worthless, kid, nigga don't deserve to live
Uh

[Verse 1: Al-Doe]
From the ground, fried or the fish spot? The fifth cocked
Spanish nigga double parked in a big drop
Thats AMG
Play with your bitch, nigga, don't play with me
The flow awkward, talkin' like Young Jay mixed with gunplay
Church Sundays holdin' my wifey hand
She been instrumental, but the production most likely Ran (Spanish Ran)
Bring the violins and the cello
Dinner with the jefe, our table next to Canelo
They heard the rumours or the bird manoeuvres
Paid my dues, check my resume, I'm great with twos, bilingual
Imagine if Pun was alive healthy
Imagine if Big was alive wealthy
Welcome to my world, you gotta feed the streets
'Cause niggas starvin', they will never let you eat in peace
Say "Respect" to the boss, you get a janitor
Rollie's in the ocean, we divin' in submariners
[Chorus: Al-Doe & Ab-Soul]
Can't get paid in a Earth this big
You worthless, kid, nigga don't deserve to live
Can't get paid in a Earth this big
You worthless, kid, nigga don't deserve to live
Word (Ayy, man, look)

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
I'm the Prophet, I couldn't die if I tried
When I say "God got me", that ain't at all a lie
Few near-death experiences, but I survived
Big chains, blackin' out, this ain't how I'ma stop
Nah
Ain't shit free, you gotta pay what you weigh with me
Kept all my receipts, Uncle Sam ain't related to me, no
The Declaration of Independence is just a piece of paper to me
For them to make paper of me
Which is really linen and cotton that's printed in London
That ain't back by nothin', but used to be redeemable in gold That's crazy to me
But I'm outta the rabbit hole, the Mad Hatter in platinum and gold
Ask Alice 'bout past the black lip
She'll tell you anywhere I stand on this land, I'm wonderful
And yo
I got a confession to make (Forgive me Father for I have sinned)
I ain't Catholic, but me and the Pope are very close
Still ashin' in Versace ash trays
Oh, Malverde
Soul
[Chorus: Al-Doe]
Can't get paid in a Earth this big
You worthless, kid, nigga don't deserve to live
Can't get paid in a Earth this big
You worthless, kid, nigga don't deserve to live