Jesus Piece lyrics

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Yeah Roll another one cause I’m winnin
And my four door looking really photogenic
Gentleman attire, in threads that won’t expire
I’m in the class of my own my teacher got fired
Money getting long pussy rate keep rising
Versace outfit cost me 3, 000
From the p houses, did it from the wee hours
Selling that chicken no lemon pepper, no sweat and sour
First you get the power, then you get respect

{Game}
Jacob sold me my first couple pieces
I was killing niggas who misunderstood what diseased did
Spent half a mill on a Ferrari, I could have leased it
Driving Scott Storch’s Bugatti before they released it
Drop The Documentary, rocking khakis with creases
Dope and hip hop, it resurfaced with some leeches
Ten times platinum, now I’m chilling where the beach is
Time to show the world what a motherfücking beast is
Blanca, bullet proof cars in Sri Lanka

I bought Ether, bought Takeover
Seein’ Jay and Nas on stage was hip-hop’s makeover
And that very day you knew niggas was born
Tyler the Creator, Drake, J Coles, and Big Seans
Time for the world to pay homage
Bow to the rap gods or them K’s vomit
Fuck you know about Dipset you little dipshit
If you ain’t fuck, then you ain’t get your dick wet
I see your little chain
I see your little dreads tryin’ to be a Lil Wayne, shit

I’m tryin’ to go to church
Get some chicken wings, after that hit the strip club
See my hoes, TWERK!
See bad girls be at the strip club
Good girls, they be in CHURCH!
Always wonder why my grandmother
Try to get me to go to CHURCH!
Please Lord forgive me, I’m bout to take niggas to CHURCH!
Christian Louboutins, they’re my best friends

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Halle motherfucking lujah, all my real niggas I salute ya
All the bad bitches, I'ma run throguh ya
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, down, down, down
Hop in my holy ghost, hallelujah, down, down, down
Heaven's prays, all I'm tryina do, reach you, praise you
Heaven's prays, all I'm tryina do, reach you, praise you
Nigga I ain't pastor mason yo, nigga patting rhyme, pete sirock acing y'all

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My Phantom so mean like I washed that motherfucker every Sunday in holy water
My Jesus piece clean, even my shoes are Christians, I’m walking on holy water
She came out them True Religion jeans and fell straight to her knees like she was dipped in holy water
Holy water, holy water
[Verse 1]
Back when Michael Jordan was raw
’92 was the year my city was city of God
Coke on the boulevard, crack fiends skiing the slaloms

[Verse 1: Game]
Tell ‘em pray for me
It was God that brought Dre to me
Even brought the nigga Kanye for me
Blessed
But them niggas shot Big
Made a nigga feel ashamed of the city where he live
Make a nigga hate the logo on the Dodger cap
Thinkin’ back to that beamer

[Verse 1: Game]
She on tights with the leather skin
She a rockstar, bring the heavy metal in
Girl shake like a cold bottle Medi and
And love with it till she wouldn't let the devil in
She pop pills like medicine
She probably gon die, startin to be evident
Told her slow down, girl you're heaven-sent
I'm a thug but I got a heart like Kevin nem
And I can't let this girl throw her life away

[Verse 1: Game]
I don't read the XXL
Told em 45 the church, think I'm destined for hell
Oh well
Blood tears off the face of my Jesus Piece
It's bloodshed, feel the cracks of my city streets
I'm from the crack of them city streets
Used to sell crack in them city streets
Born in blood nigga
In a coma five days, life of a thug nigga