20 Karat Jesus
20 Karat Jesus

Freddie Gibbs - 20 Karat Jesus Lyrics

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20 Karat Jesus Lyrics

Yeah, kane
Yeah
Yeah, yeah

Ma ambitions as a rider nigga
Survival off that powder nigga
Currently smoking that kill in the hills
Where you can't find a nigga
Crack cocaine, microwave
Dealer was on that type of nigga
No sleep, bags under my eyes is designer nigga
Blinded and misguided nigga
Heavenly father take the wheel
I'm on the inner state with some gurrillas
With shit can get me like two hundred years
Thug in the pen, I need forgiveness
I'm living like a every decision a sin
I know my niggas don't want me to win
Jealousy, chopping off all of my friends
I ride with that white white just
Like fight night we be weighin' in
P.d is ma pieces 20 karats Jesus say amen
Tricked of with my new bitch
She was half black and Malaysian yeah
Spent my last 200 thou' on a bird and a Mercedes Benz
My dogg used to pull up in a 99 GS 300 fresh up on the
Highway with the higher power how you wan' it
First these hoes don't wan't it now they only here to Michael Jones it
Mama say you live next door to the devil
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 nigga could lose it all
Right now we gotta feel this pain in this friends family dope
Some people would like to walk around in their sleep I'd rather stay woke
I must evoke these are the results of the realest shit that I wrote
These hoes get in the wind burn that ass quick like Galaxy Notes
Thats why I ride with that white white just like fight night we be weighin' in
Please VS my pieces 20 karat Jesus save me
Tricked off on my new bitch, she was half black and Malaysian
Split my last two hundered thousand on a bird and Mercedes Benz
My dogg used to pull up in a '99 GS-300
Fresh up off the highway with the higher power how you want it
First these hoes don't wan't it now they only here to Michael Jones it
Mama say you live next door to the devil
You live in the moment

I-i-i be kickin shit just like Rodman did to camera man
I peel the 100 dope like the poppy seed in Afghanistan
I been to drop by nuts but these cabbage hands do damage nigga
Rich from the clip leave you stiff
Manic and challenge nigga
Me and my chips with airport yay don't care about frito lay
Trying to give me ten I beat a case so it's gon' be okay
Fresh up on the highway with the higher power how you wan' it
Mama say I live next door to the death cuz I live in the moment
To live in the moment
Nigga I'm living in the moment
I'm living in the moment

Yah
Kane baby

Quarter brick, half a brick, hold this shit, cold shit
Scar across my face strap on my shoulder on some Tony shit
Taught myself the streets you know my pops ain't never taught me shit
'Cept for good friend you gon' be solo in your closet bitch
Walkin' home from work my .44 pulled up when I'm walking bitch
Old folks out the church say he need Jesus that boy off a bit
Preacher's daughter said I'll let you fuck it just might cost a bit
Type a shit a nigga been through make you dog a bitch
Loss a bitch, man reap the streets she prenup me can't divorce her
Live from my my cell electrical tape on my tape recorder, sucker shit
Don't blow your money young nigga pay your lawyer
Niggas is wrapped in electrical tape
They walking tape recorders yeah

Yeah, bitch your first motherfucing mixtape was a snitch tape
You ain't think I knew that shit though I knew that shit though

Quarter brick, half a brick, hold this shit, cold shit
Trouble 65 brought 65 I sold the whole shit
Coco searched my cutlass on the road I got my own shit
Boy you know the rules they picked you up don't call my phone bitch
Boy you know the rules that shit don't trump unless you sold it down
Swat team break they cut the water off can't flush the toilet down
454 my morning down got green got dog got yola now
They playin' they suffer exposure now
This rapper shit just for the posers now
The losers now, all these just niggas got videos up with they toolies out
Everybody flashing real money, niggas card cracking getting visa money
Y'all don't knock it I just do the dope the flow
I gotta get it slow so I gotta see the money
Y'all remember peacing out 28th to get the blunt liquor and a piece of money young nigga

Young Nigga
Stay smooth, stay solid nigga
These niggas put your name on anything 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 talking about?
It's your boy Jesus man
Yes my nigga Jesus is your homeboy

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 saying?
That's what's wrong with you man
You doing all that coveting
You trying to, you wan't what other niggas got
You not even just paying attention to your gift nigga
God gave you a gift nigga
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 nigga
God gave you hands, you a chef my nigga
Chef up that boysenberry creme brulee man

Writer(s): ANDREW PAPALEO, BLAIR LOWERY, FREDDIE GIBBS, SIDNEY MILLER
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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