Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kiss of Judas / Last Words, artist - CantrellDate of issue: 15.02.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Kiss of Judas / Last Words |
| Ain’t no ducking and dodging nigga |
| It’s more like hoopin' ‘cause we ballin nigga |
| I’m Michael Jeffery, you niggas Hefty, you garbage nigga |
| You don’t fit the equation but I’m the problem nigga? |
| Tell me, how you figure? |
| Figure 4 how I figure mo', I got a leg up |
| Rock Bottom to these demons I wrestle |
| I know the journey got a Sting to it |
| I’m on their head now they jealous |
| Hit ‘em hang ‘em hide ‘em Triple H leverage |
| You see my pedigree dawg, fuck what they handin' me dawg |
| God got me covered under golden canopy dawg |
| Could they damage me? Nawl, really my handle be raw |
| End ‘em rapidly dawg, kill em mechanically boy |
| You… You either with me, Rodman or Scottie Pippen |
| Or you… on the bench while I’m dropping 50 |
| I’m in a Crown Vic that I nicknamed pit, it get silly |
| Still money dance when my pockets empty I’m shifty |
| I know you heard about it |
| I had some niggas in my ear but I ain’t worried ‘bout it |
| Had a collision with fear, and then I skrt up out up out |
| Verb up out it |
| Stackin' up the faith till I absurd amount it |
| I’ve been dancin' with the wolves ain’t no need for me to waltz around the |
| point no mo‘ |
| And we don’t wanna hear the point no mo' |
| We just tweetin' for the ego stroke |
| We just Deebo folks |
| Tell me where you think that ego goes (Yeah) |
| This that got the muzzle at the peephole |
| What if Sin would’ve put aside his ego? |
| What if would’ve tried a lil harder to keep it all together? |
| Only Lord knows where we’d go |
| I’m down for the cause, I should make some calls |
| But I got God on the line |
| My diet been mo' Daniel than Keto We know |
| Niggas crabs in the bucket, I like butter with mine |
| I tried to help niggas hundreds of times |
| Plus, I told a manager like all of my moves |
| And he still said I left ‘em for a white dude |
| Cool Bool I hope you havin' fun collectin' yo' shoes |
| I needed beats, I never needed no food |
| I’m never playin' the fool |
| The kiss of Judas’ll turn rulers to gods my nigga |
| So we ain’t gotta be at odds my nigga |
| Look… |
| Yeah… yeah… Well alright Well yeah yeah That’s the one |
| First I wake up and I pray to God |
| Thank You, Hallelujah |
| But shit ain’t been right since Gigi and Kobe died |
| Too many coffins and false prophets I’m so off it |
| For you uncultured people that means tired |
| I roll over and check on my girl |
| Grab my phone, check on my mama, and check on the world |
| We casting our pearls and puttin' up murals |
| We pawnin' the gold and nothin' returns |
| The revolution will not be televised, it’s inside |
| It’s ironic ‘cause I’ve been too |
| Tapped in with a Higher Power I see no roof |
| You see my proof it’s clear when you see my fruit |
| I miss it when nobody was on the road, the world was quiet |
| Miss when I practiced a better diet |
| Me and God was gettin' to it, solid |
| Now the world is an uproar and Covid got everybody exhausted Honestly I’m tired |
| too |
| Though my spirit is still, lately been on the move |
| From home to the stu for like a month or 2 |
| When the devil calls a blitz God audibles |
| Check the playbook |
| The incredibles, reparations as tardy as edibles |
| When they kick we gon' you to double em |
| We don’t do it for LLCs and pedestals |
| Dealing with real shit when we fellowship |
| You see I heard another body just dropped in the city |
| They said he went with a smile and a glow |
| And really it ain’t none of my business |
| Long live everybody, I just love y’all folks |
| I’m a… (mm) far cry from a Deacon |
| I heard it’s hard to ignore though when Lil Steve speaking |
| Trapped in 4 corners vowed to give my secrets |
| I heard verses save so they’re yours for the keeping |
| I’m putting it all together I’m picking up all the pieces |
| The life of a broken nigga or woman since a fetus |
| The life of a broken nation, nothing is off the table |
| Especially when feces for peace is what they feed us |
| Kenneth Copeland, Terri Pearsons, false prophets |
| And many more, don’t trip, remain solid |
| Yo soul is a whole jewel, remain polished |
| And feed it all the right food, remained nourished |
| Year was hard, I just pray you’re seeing clearer now (Yeah) |
| I hope you see that 2020 was a mirror now |
| Year was hard I just pray you’re seeing clearer now |
| The year was hard, I just pray you’re seeing clearer now Word |