die but through my lyrics I ain't never dead I'll never disrespect my momma Never disrespect her momma neither, I'll never turn my back on Jesus I'll
or if breathing is right In the arms of his mother as he looks in her eyes He takes his first breath and he screams The baby's alive And at the same
comes out in a line Let it out P, what, let it out P, what Let it out P, my nigga let it out, okay Jesus will arrange it, but Jesus won't change it
the roofer ran outta towels Walk right into Felipe's when I ran outta Chow's Next up is crustaceans and fast food halals The beef is all the same, it
body get your hand off my jeans Er'body look at you strange, say you changed Like you work that hard to stay the same Uh Game stays the same, the name
t stoppin till the bullets gone On that bull, cross no killa Lay no shit round no steala Stop touchin, my nigga I'll kill ya And Jesus can't even hear
doubt and fear The rain ain't gone but I can still see clear As a child, given religion with no answer to why Just told believe in Jesus 'cuz for me he
in my cup a bay bay on make me bussa And if you try to take my chain ima snatch yo face off I got diamonds in my ear the same size as baseballs Where
Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man When I put a spike into my vein Ooh babe, things aren't quite the same When I'm rushing on my run And I feel just like Jesus
But that was years ago, man Before they tore that Fontana plant down And my old man smoked himself Into a six-foot hole in the ground And I got the same
is yours This time is mine? It's temperamental It seems to me, we're on all fours Crawling on our knees, someone help us please Oh Jesus Christ almighty
Boys fess up.. Girls fess up.. Actin' like sluts We want cunt Asian tourists scream when I walk down the street They worship me like Jesus, praying
Boys fess up.. Girls fess up.. Actin' like sluts WE WANT CUNT Asian tourists scream when I walk down the street They worship me like Jesus, praying
God rest ye merry gentlemen Let nothing you dismay For Jesus Christ, our Savior Was born on Christmas Day To save us all from Satan's powers When we were
grinding till I shine Dickies and tee's till I made my first fifty G's So tell me why a pussy nigga hate on me We from the same hood south baton rouge
know [Chorus] Uh put your hands to the constellations they way you look should be a sin, you my sinsation I know I'm preaching to the congregation we love Jesus
I grew up in Sunday school I memorized the golden rule And how Jesus came to set the sinner free I know the story inside out I can tell you all about
Jesus, the great Messiah Jesus, He's bread for the hungry Jesus, and He's water for the thirsty Jesus, He's a Friend to the friendly Jesus, and hope to the hopeless Jesus