Lyrics:
clips, money grip and my Glock
Only spits when I react to the bullshit
So give me room to breathe and get up off deez
And save the confessions for Jesus
I'm awake I'm alive I'm feeling free
Seeing Bailey gear all over TV
Keep it fresh keep it clean
Time to shoot a new scene
As I enter the room it's
Young and I'm getting it, young and I'm getting it
Young and I'm getting it, I'm just young and I don't give a shit
I just want the money, y'all
left ear
I want to say that I'm the next up
I want it last year, they said next year
I want it this year, they say not yet
But I'mma take it from
see me then you flap your jaw
Saying Monnzy is whack, I could do better than that
Write a verse and get scrapped by this lethal assault
Every bar's
'cause my mind's a prison
I guess I'm selfish, I'm ungrateful for the life I was given
I didn't ask for it. and I don't really want it
And I don't bother
to have a broken heart
Mmm
How can I be like Jesus, who was hurt by His own disciples?
Jesus loved Judas, but he sold him to his enemies
Jesus loved Peter
to have a broken heart
Mmm
How can I be like Jesus, who was hurt by His own disciples?
Jesus loved Judas, but he sold him to his enemies
Jesus loved Peter
I sense death
Vultures feeding flesh
Cesar wants his debts
Don't want me to rest
Jesus I repent
I can smell the stench
Bodies to my neck
World looks
of music
I do this
I work for The King
I move men
To woo Him
From China Town
To China's ground
I get down
For Jesus
And cast my crown
By
interrupted
I needed to break out and get freedom
One bad decision after the next
Just getting by, letting you figure me
Jesus, call him when you want him
business bitch
Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Don't talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
Okay big
TopOff ima prophet so my soul I cannot sacrifice
They wanna crucify me in my town like I was Jesus Christ
LSD it changed my life feel like my mother
Falling to my knees like damn I need Jesus
Damn. I need Jesus
They say "You're a mess"
I say "What an understatement"
They say that "You're Blessed"
I say
troubles down
Right at the feet of Jesus
Lay your troubles down
Chorus:
Come to the table (mmmmmmm)
Come to the table
More like Jesus written by Canaan
milk and get me some Bailey's
Don't you know you reap what you sow
Peng ting with an ugly soul
Body on fire, heart so cold
Do I trust this girl?
I think
editions of the
Murder he wrote
A provocative plan can bring a
Knot to my hand
As the pyramids that stand on
The top of the sand
I want G's, numerous seeds
heart has been touched by Christ
I feel like my heart has been touched by Christ
Liar, blasphemer
Praise Jesus
Praise Jesus
Liar, blasphemer
Praise
clips, money grip and my Glock
Only spits when I react to the bullshit
So give me room to breathe and get up off deez
And save the confessions for Jesus
succumb
To the will of the slum bite your tongue
Burn a bush with the Iron Lung, pay dirt to no one
Guilty by association, stank bitch
Want to give
my song
Brain damage
Way before my baby daughter Hailey
I was harassed daily by this fat kid named D'Angelo Bailey
An eighth grader who acted
me
It's so loud right now
Get it quiet
So I can't speak
I'm so hot right now
But the feelings cold
Friendships by the Telly be so far
Yet they feel
It's so loud right now
Get it quiet
So I can't speak
I'm so hot right now
But the feelings cold
Friendships by the Telly be so far
Yet they feel so close
pool
Can't get cuffed by no ho, because how I move
I can pick and choose, bitch, I don't want you
Why they callin' me a rug
Cause I'm always gettin' laid
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