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Wiley - No Church In The Wild Remix Lyrics

(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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