I'm ready for war is that all you got Heard the mack was talkin this and that bout some of my incidents Said I smoke and snatchin purses you heard this
like I'm ready for war, is that all you got? Heard the mack was talkin' this And that 'bout some of my incidents said I smoke and snatchin' purses you
hustle on in the spring, fall, in summers And the winter months, we gonna praise Jesus Don't even represent us, like we ain't said nothin' Present the
a dope fiend. But I'm smokin in the alleyz with these ghetto guns and erased my funds Watts, niggas in Cali take bullets to the brain still rowdy Jesus
they tellin' me to watch her, call her baby pockets So I bring it to her straight, to a real knight She got herself on protection, we all good all night She said
will never forget how I felt when I saw Brad Take that first breath and from then I knew I had to mash And it could never be said I went out like a
this world So full of hate with no fate, and you're killing your pearls And sometimes I got to sit it down and wonder myself But then again I ain't Jesus
call, check my messages Yeah this P To erase this message press seven, to save it press nine Styles: Pick up ya goddamn phone man, I keep tryin to call you Jesus
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
' it for eons Fuck it I just hum and let the watch give off the neons When it rains, it pours, I laugh to myself when I change the store You said my
R & R I stick my feet out, you know the bapes that's made of eel You know the new checks with nigo face right on the heel I was a marching band, I was a skateboarder Jesus
[Intro: Pharrell Williams] I said think about your future You can't do that tomorrow But you don't hear a word, you see that SLR [Lupe Fiasco] O' ye
, Yes we do, I know you thinkin "damn I wish Ye would bless me too" In the booth I use the restroom Its best you, Go ahead and kiss the jesus piece Cuz
D-town, westside yeah i said it westside but they yellin BIG so mouch that you would think Im bedstuy you are now rockin wit the newest nigga best out
like a gentleman like you imagined when) When you were young I said he doesn't look a thing like Jesus He doesn't look a thing like Jesus But more than
a real nigga will pick the time, to go what Verse one Kadafi like the lyrical father hezzy give me feet if your crucified, like you was Jesus on
shit f**k they talkin bout Niggas cant sell records so they blame it on tha South I be all through Shreve-port Louisiana ballin Like who the f**k said
I thought Before the final ring When she picked up Before the voice machine And I was taken aback I took two breaths then asked to speak to zack She said