Dead they chose money over your head"
Like sally mae on college debt
Champagne, foreign names in my pool
That was till she chose a school
Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds
Secrets r hidden within the clouds
Here i go again, searching for love
I am literally jesus
Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus
Jesus, he's the evilest elitist judas
In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush
Begged and pleaded with the lord above, jesus/
Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces
I mean seriously, jesus
Getting resurrected like jesus
Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus
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