| Yeah, Kane
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| My ambitions as a rider, nigga, survival off that powder, nigga
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| Currently smokin' that kill in the hills where you can’t find a nigga
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| Crack cocaine, microwave, dinner was on that timer, nigga
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| No sleep, bags under my eyes is designer, nigga
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| Blinded and misguided, nigga, Heavenly Father take the wheel
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| I’m on the interstate with some guerrilla weight
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| Shit that can get me like 200 years
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| Thug in the pen', I need forgiveness
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| I’m livin' like a every decision a sin
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| I know my niggas don’t want me to win
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| Jealousy, choppin' off all of my friends
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| I ride with that white-white, just like fight night we be weighin' in
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| VVS my pieces, 20 karat Jesus say amen
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| Tricked off on my new bitch, she was half black and Malaysian
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| Spent my last 200 thou' on a bird and a Mercedes Benz
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| My dog used to pull up in a '99 GS-300
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| Fresh up on the highway with the higher power, how you want it?
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| First these hoes ain’t want it
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| Now they only here to Michael Jones it (Mike Jones!)
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| Mama said you live next door to death if you live in the moment
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| Now I-I-I-I be kickin' shit like Solange in the elevator
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| The goal when you try to kick that dope, stuck on the respirator
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| Got symptoms of withdrawal from the fall when I used to ball
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| I show you how in one summer one nigga could lose it all
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| Like why we gotta feel this pain in our friends and family though?
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| My cellie like to walk around in his sleep, I rather stay woke
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| I must evoke, these are the results of the realest shit that I wrote
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| These hoes get in your ear and burn that ass quick like Galaxy Notes
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| That’s why I ride with that white-white, just like fight night we be weighin' in
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| VVS my pieces, 20 karat Jesus say amen
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| Tricked off on my new bitch, she was half black and Malaysian
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| Split my last two hundred thou' on a bird and Mercedes Benz
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| My dog used to pull up in a '99 GS-300
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| Fresh up off the highway with the higher power, how you want it?
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| First these hoes ain’t want it
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| Now they only here to Michael Jones it (Mike Jones!)
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| Mama said you live next door to death if you live in the moment
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| I-I-I-I be kickin' shit just like Rodman did the camera man
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| I peel 100 dope like the poppy seed in Afghanistan
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| I been to drop by nuts 'bout this cabbage, hands do damage, nigga
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| Rips from the clip leave you stiff, Mannequin Challenge, nigga
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| Me and my chips with dip boy, ain’t no play play 'bout that Frito-Lay
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| Tried to give me ten, I beat the case so it’s gon' be okay
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| Fresh up on the highway with the higher power, how you want it?
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| Mama say I live next door to the death cause I live in the moment
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| Don’t live in the moment
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| Don’t live in the moment
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| I’ll be there in the mornin'
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| Nigga, I’m livin' in the moment
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| I’ll be there in the mornin'
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| I’ll be there in the mornin'
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| I’ll be there in the mornin'
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| Nigga, I’m livin' in the moment
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| Part 2
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| Yeah, Kane baby
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| I drink holy water
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| Quarter brick, half a brick, holy shit, whole shit
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| Scar across my face, strap on my shoulder on some Tony shit
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| Taught myself the streets, you know my pop ain’t never taught me shit
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| 'Cept, «Fuck a friend, you gon' be solo in your coffin, bitch»
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| Walkin' home from work, my .44 bulldog what I’m walkin' with
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| Old folks out the church say, «He need Jesus, that boy off a bit»
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| Preacher’s daughter said, «I'll let you fuck, it just might cost a bit»
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| Type of shit a nigga been through make you dog a bitch
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| Lost a bitch, married these streets, she prenup, you can’t divorce her
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| Lyin' from my cell, electrical tape on my tape recorder, sucker shit
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| Don’t blow your money, young nigga, pay your lawyer
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| Niggas is wrapped in electrical tape, they walkin' tape recorders, yeah
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| Yeah, bitch, your first motherfuckin' mixtape was a snitch tape
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| You ain’t think I knew that shit though, I know though
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| Quarter brick, half a brick, holy shit, whole shit
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| Drove on 65, brought 65, I sold the whole shit
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| Po-po searched my cutlass on the road, I got my own shit
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| Boy you know the rules, they pick you up, don’t call my phone bitch
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| Boy you know the rules, that shit don’t jump unless you sold it down
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| S.W.A.T. |
| team break, they cut the water off, can’t flush the toilet down |
| 454 my motor down, got green, got dog, got yola now
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| They playin', they suffer exposure now, this rapper shit just for the posers now
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| The losers now
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| All these bitch niggas got videos up with their toolies out
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| Everybody flashin' real money
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| Niggas card credit, gettin' Visa money
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| I don’t knock it, I just do the dope and blow it
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| I gotta get it so I gotta see the money
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| Y’all remember peacin' out 28th
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| To get the blunt liquor and a piece of money, young nigga
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| Young nigga
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| Stay smooth, stay solid, nigga
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| These niggas’ll put your name in everythin' but a prayer, amen
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| Glory be to God, what’s happening, pimps?
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| It is I, the alpha and omega, the original righteous player
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| You know what I’m talkin' 'bout?
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| It’s your boy Jesus, man
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| Yes my nigga, Jesus is your homeboy
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| Hahahahahah
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| Say it again so I can uh reiterate it, man
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| Your minds not ready and your heart’s not open
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| You know what I’m sayin'?
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| That’s what’s wrong with you, man
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| You doin' all that covetin'
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| You tryin' to, you-you-you wan’t what other niggas got
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| You not even just payin' attention to your gift, nigga
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| God gave you a gift, nigga
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| Pay attention to what he got for you
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| You, other niggas over here
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| Yah he could sell dope real good, that’s not your lane, my nigga
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| God gave you hands, you a chef my nigga
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| Chef up that boysenberry crème brûlée, man |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 20 Karat Jesus , by - Freddie Gibbs. Song from the album You Only Live 2wice, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп