Practice

What in the world?
Y'all want lyrics?
Y'all want rap?
It's Jackie Hill Perry with RKO, yeah

Yeah, helicopter flow
Stopping at Pappadeauxs
You want popular
I'ma pop the door and then drop the four
That's living water
How many men till it's finished, daughter?
Pardon the language
Sayonara to them cinco amigas you came with
They like when the lane switch
They driving you crazy
Donda baby out in the West
Ain't looking at Mecca when stretching the stress
Uh, casting them cares like a net, catching the wretch
Melchizedek blessing elect
Salem, say less
Coming for hearts like an artery
Conviction has just been a part of me
The verdict is certain, come martyr me
Come out him
That little piggy went to market the target on Broadway
Where the God stays from this world
He throwing them arrows at your girl, I'm ducking 'em
Knuck if you buck
Giving us Drake, you thinking you tough?
Stepping on grace won't cover that scuff
Even that lace won't sober you up
Addicted to what? I know
If it's a mission, the sentence is go
If it's a sentence, the prison is hope
Penance ain't printed, the pope ain't getting no Christian atoned, yeah

Come on, we talking about practice
Practice
We got the franchise player here
And we talkin' 'bout practice?
Really? Practice?
Yeah, yeah

I made peace with having enemies
The last days an ashtray
This vape body, you can't smoke
You can't smoke, I see different
Inhale, you gon' breathe different
That's contact, this covenant
Signed that in blood, that's on love
Ain't no hugs when I come against this cold world with no sweaters
They said: Freeze, hope you know better
Police bullets through the coat, they singing Coachella
Your golden calf is faux leather
Holy cow, rolling down streets of gold, smiling like I'm Tobe, wow, picture whether
You yourself or an image better
We better at being devils with snake skins
We warm-blooded, the Lord coming, we warned, buddy, to make fins
The Lord flooded, it's more colors to rain with
The storm coming, the ark and Noah covenant
Bargain with God, you better off puttin' without the mulligan
Ooh, Daniel Tiger, I know a lion with stripes
That red sweater ain't clever in neighborhoods with the pie
That's 314 and we ate, now stomach that
How you gon' kill a body that's godly and mummy wrapped?
Tutankhamun denominator is resurrection for us
You plaguing around the body, that staff gon' turn you to dust
It's gnat time, I hope you get that line
Lyrics be flying above the head, does your scalp climb?
The head of the body is coming back, can't decap God
Rat Pack vibe, Sammy Davis Jr, seeing through you, tap left eye
It's a chilly one
My hope is a Philly one
The meek will inherit it, there is parrots, Vanilli sons
Copycat, I'm a dog, you of all people
Shouldn't get involved with this algebra, we ain't equal
Two lines in my pride, I'ma die, then the sequel
You abide, so do I

We talking 'bout practice
Everyday
Everyday
From when the Sun come up to when the Sun go
We talking 'bout practice, man
Come on, man