EPISTLE

Let the church sing Ima pencil an epistle In the church I keep a pistol And my bullets are the scripture It's a Bible; demon-killer Never knew my potential Guess my faith be too little So I pop out on the scene And I- Riley ain't a rapper Have you hear him? Now he talking serious I remember back then You couldn't take him serious Now he on a stage On the offseason Talking bout salvation Like you really gon believe him? Yeah, I like the message But I really don't receive it We used play ball Now he balling out in Cleveland Is he still rapping Like he really is the cleanest Nah, he matured up His flow gon be the meanest It's a summer night Why he got a winter coat on Driving to the studio Leaving out with 4 songs He said they dedicated to his school Man, this boy is humble Could never be a show off And he wrote about his friends and the people long the way It was haven, Noah, Alex, Tim, 20 other names They my true supporters before any of the days They said Riley, when you make it big, don't forget my name I said, of course I won't I mean, there's many reasons why I should But I really won't They more than friends, they my family ove them like a brother If we fall, we gon recover Seems like everything we do It's just always causing trouble So I keep them in my bubble Keep them through all the rubble When it's all said and done It's really more than just the numbers But you thought that I forgot about the others Nah, I really didn't Yeah Shout out Roman and the group And they know who I'm referring to Old friends I keep in touch with I shout them out too Cuz although they're somewhere else They have been in my shoes And they've seen what I've done They've seen what I'm been through Back when I was hanging with them To FaceTiming them when I'm on stage of my packed out venues And when it's all said and done I really thank God And everything that's happened to me And I love all my friends and I wish that they were close But deep down in my heart They the reason I have hope I don't got a lotta friends But I do let them know That they brothers to my sisters And I always keep them close If you come to me dirty I'm gon wash you out with soap If you come to me mad Im gon ask you what's wrong And I care for you too much To make you to a song So I hope that you realize Everything I put you on Ima pencil an epistle In the church I keep a pistol And my bullets are the scripture It's a Bible; demon-killer Never knew my potential Guess my faith be too little So I pop out on the scene And I- Riley ain't a rapper Have you heard him? He really a poet