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20 Karat Jesus Part 1 Yeah, Kane Yeah, yeah, yeah My ambitions as a rider, ni*** Survival off that powder, ni*** Currently smokin' that kill in the hills Where you can't find a ni*** Crack cocaine, microwave Dinner was on that timer, ni*** No sleep, bags under my eyes is designer, ni*** Blinded and misguided, ni*** Heavenly Father take the wheel I'm on the interstate with some guerrilla weight Shit that can get me like 200 years Thug in the pen', I need forgiveness I'm livin' like a every decision a sin I know my niggas don't want me to win Jealousy, choppin' off all of my friends I ride with that white-white, just like Fight Night we be weighin' in VVS my pieces, 20 karats, Jesus say Amen Tricked off on my new bitch, she was half black and Malaysian Spent my last 200 thou' on a bird and a Mercedes Benz My dog used to pull up in a '99 GS300 Fresh up on the highway with the higher power, how you want it? First these hoes ain't want it, now they only here to Michael Jones it Mama said you live next door to death if you live in the moment I-I-I be kickin' shit like Solange in the elevator The goal when you try to kick that dope, stuck on the respirator Got symptoms of withdrawal from the fall when I used to ball I show you how in one summer one ni*** could lose it all Like why we gotta feel this pain in our friends and family though? My cellie like to walk around in his sleep, I rather stay woke I must evoke, these are the results of the realest shit that I wrote These hoes get in the ear, burn that ass quick like Galaxy Notes That's why I ride with that white-white, just like Fight Night we be weighin' in P.D is my pieces, 20 karats, Jesus say Amen Tricked off on my new bitch, she was half black and Malaysian Split my last two hundred thou' on a bird and Mercedes Benz My dog used to pull up in a '99 GS300 Fresh up off the highway with the higher power, how you want it? First these hoes ain't want it, now they only here to Michael Jones it Mama said you live next door to death if you live in the moment I-I-I be kickin' shit just like Rodman did the camera man I peel 100 dope like the poppy seed in Afghanistan I been to drop by nuts 'bout this cabbage, hands do damage, ni*** Rips from the clip leave you stiff, mannequin challenge, ni*** Me and my chips with dip boy ain't no play play 'bout that Frito-Lay Tried to give me ten, I beat the case so it's gon' be okay Fresh up on the highway with the higher power, how you want it? Mama say I live next door to the death 'cause I live in the moment Don't live in the moment Don't live in the moment I'll be there in the mornin' Nigga, I'm livin' in the moment I'll be there in the mornin' I'll be there in the mornin' I'll be there in the mornin' Nigga, I'm livin' in the moment Part 2 Yeah, Kane, baby I drink Holy water Quarter brick, half a brick, holy shit, whole shit Scar across my face, strap on my shoulder on some Tony shit Taught myself the streets, you know my pop ain't never taught me shit 'Cept, 'Fuck a friend, you gon' be solo in your coffin, bitch' Walkin' home from work my .44 bulldog what I'm walkin' with Old folks out the church say, 'He need Jesus, that boy off a bit' Preacher's daughter said, 'I'll let you f*** it just might cost a bit' Type a shit a ni*** been through make you dog a bitch Lost a bitch, married these streets, she prenup you can't divorce her Lyin' from my cell electrical tape on my tape recorder, sucker shit Don't blow your money, young ni***, pay your lawyer Niggas is wrapped in electrical tape, they walkin' tape recorders, yeah Yeah, bitch, your first motherfuckin' mixtape was a snitch tape You ain't think I knew that shit though I know though Quarter brick, half a brick, holy shit, whole shit Drove on 65, brought 65 I sold the whole shit Po-po searched my cutlass on the road, I got my own shit Boy, you know the rules, they pick you up, don't call my phone bitch Boy, you know the rules that shit don't jump unless you sold it down S.W.A.T Team break, they cut the water off, can't flush the toilet down 454 my motor down, got green, got dough, got yola now They playin', they suffer exposure now, this rapper shit just for the posers now The losers now, all these bitch niggas got videos up with their toolies out Everybody flashin' real money, niggas card credit, gettin' Visa money I don't knock it I just do the dope and blow it, I gotta get it so I gotta see the money Y'all remember peacin' out 28th to get the blunt liquor and a piece of money, young ni*** Young ni*** Stay smooth, stay solid, ni*** These niggas'll put your name in everythin' but a prayer Amen Glory be to God, what's happening, pimps? It is I, the alpha and omega, the original righteous player You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? It's your boy Jesus, man Yes my ni***, Jesus is your homeboy Hahahahahahahaha..... Say it again so I can uh reiterate it, man Your minds not ready and your heart's not open You know what I'm sayin'? That's what's wrong with you. man You doin' all that covetin' You tryin' to, you wan't what other niggas got You not even just payin' attention to your gift, ni*** God gave you a gift, ni*** Pay attention to what he got for you You, other niggas over here Yah he could sell dope real good, that's not your lane, my ni*** God gave you hands, you a chef my ni*** Chef up that boysenberry crème brûlée, man
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