| Tell 'em pray for me
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| It was God that brought Dre to me
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| Even brought the nigga Kanye for me
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| Bless — but them niggas shot Big
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| Made a nigga feel ashamed of the the city where he live
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| Make a nigga hate the logo on the Dodger cap
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| Thinking back to that Bimmer, wish my nigga Pac was strapped
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| But I’m dreaming Las Vegas Boulevard, Afeni’s son’s bullet scars
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| Everybody king of Diamonds until the feds pull they cards
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| Not the deck though
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| Hip-hop was better off when it was just Dre, Scarface, and Esco
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| Memoirs of the gold chain
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| It’s a cold game nigga, Johnny Coltrane
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| Black Versaces with the gold frame
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| Nigga said he sold 'caine that’s a bold claim
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| 14 had a brain that could throw flames
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| So strange, have to blow they mind, Cobain
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| Mama forgive me cause I’m tryna make a living, hah
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| Them niggas hatin' cause that Royce Phantom killing, hah
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| Niggas shining like they hanging from the ceiling, hah
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| Me and 'Ye killing (Something like my Jesus piece, hah)
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| Lord willin', I see a billion
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| 'Til then, I let my nuts hang (Something like my Jesus piece, hah)
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| Throw them suicide doors up
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| And let that Holy Ghost swang (Something like my Jesus piece, hah)
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| That’s the crack music, nigga
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| Never spit a verse cause I was making trap music, nigga
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| I’m not an army, I’m a movement
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| The flow is water, Andre tried to Ice Cube him
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| Ice Cubin', roof translucent
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| Chick on my side tryna get my Trues loose
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| When I’m talkin' 'bout God, she 'posed to bow her head
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| Now she all on the blog, steady postin' 'bout her head
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| Got me thinking like a father, is the world safe?
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| Got me clinging to my daughter like shark fins in water
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| Rocks in my ears sunk the Titanic
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| This is my life and it’s exactly how I planned it, damn it
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| God says everything happens for a reason
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| I seen four seasons at The Four Seasons
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| Take that chinchilla off, poor kids is freezing
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| Cookin' up in the same pot they ain’t got to pee in
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| Mama forgive me cause I’m tryna make a living, hah
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| Them niggas hatin' cause that Royce Phantom killing, hah
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| Niggas shining like they hanging from the ceiling, hah
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| Me and 'Ye killing (Something like my Jesus piece, hah)
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| Lord willin', I see a billion
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| 'Til then, I let my nuts hang (Something like my Jesus piece, hah)
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| Throw them suicide doors up
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| And let that Holy Ghost swang (Something like my Jesus piece, hah)
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| Pieces on gold leashes
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| Cruisers, around greases make them cohesive
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| I’m the sun shining with God features
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| Draw closer to a true blood bleeder, soul of a southern preacher
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| Went from dinner with bottom feeders to world leaders
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| We throw the peace up, knowing that the world need us
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| Eagerness to live life and see the bright lights
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| To sacrifices we made it’s sorta Christ-like
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| At the after party thinking what the afterlife’s like
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| He paid for our sins, is it really priced right?
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| Fuck it, I see the light, broads, they see the light
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| Can’t deny my Jesus piece that’s so Peter-like
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| Chicks crow for dough, get low for mo'
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| A convo piece, she end up at the condo
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| Another Jane Doe or a golden angel
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| Pendant on an angle, watch the chain glow
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| Mama forgive me cause I’m tryna make a living, hah
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| Them niggas hatin' cause that Royce Phantom killing, hah
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| Niggas shining like they hanging from the ceiling, hah
|
| Me and 'Ye killing (Something like my Jesus piece, hah)
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| Lord willin', I see a billion
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| 'Til then, I let my nuts hang (Something like my Jesus piece, hah)
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| Throw them suicide doors up
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| And let that Holy Ghost swang (Something like my Jesus piece, hah) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jesus Piece , by - The Game. Song from the album Jesus Piece, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп