Hands up, throw me up against the wall
Jesus what a fucking close call,
Prophet from the profits, cash game jesus
Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces
Jesus chose us and discloses our moldings
Have you with professional killas, chasing hits
And please never disrespect my set
Jesus piece around my neck
Time won't cover the wounds neither will jesus.
Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus
Matter of fact watch for the piece and repent to jesus
And all we lack is communication like service sucks
I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was
Begged and pleaded with the lord above, jesus/
Stop blamin me for everything, jesus
I ain't used to it, she got that hot love
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