Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols
Y’all talk about christ like you’re his divine disciples,
Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit
I wish i can spread the word of jesus so others can hear it
All this kush got us prayin jesus
Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces
It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire
That night i took jesus in like my first breath of fresh air.
Disciples derive defined as idols and nieces
And a finger in the middle that i leave em with
I mean seriously, jesus
Let's roll a j and pretend we in love
Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks
Stop blamin me for everything, jesus
N-i-c in rikers island, downstateall the peoples i met along the way
I felt the warmth of the holy spirit, the security of jesus through jay
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