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Artiste : The Game & Big Hit
Titre : Crisis
(Jansport J)
It´s a struggle, my nigga
(Hit-Boy)

How can you believe in Christ in a crisis? (Yeah)
How can you hold onto life, feeling lifeless?
I finally seen the light
On that five point seven, when I squeezed that night
I heard the words from my reverend

I don´t do much but stack chips and write hits
Get streamed by your bitch
Put smoke in the sky
Bumpin´ do or die
I run the enterprise
Wagyu with the fries, champagne on the side
I´m rubbin´ on her thigh, I forgot how we met
If we did do a scene, it´d be rated triple X
I like Mary J. Blige and a great massage

It cost a few hundred if you wanna see me live
Every time I see a car lot, I go inside
It´s crazy that I got my own label like Clyde
It´s crazy that I got my own label like Ja
You know I had a life before you, girl, why you cryin´?

How can you believe in Christ in a crisis? (Yeah)
How can you hold onto life, feeling lifeless?
I finally seen the light
On that five point seven, when I squeezed that night
I heard the words from my reverend

I don´t do much, the kid just layin´ in the cut
Ain´t no love lost, you see me with the thang clutched

Nigga try to catch up, where I´m goin´, ain´t no fun
Where you goin´ ain´t no guns, ain´t no hatin´, ain´t no lovin´, ain´t no zaza
No Hennesy, no Blood, Crips, no enemies
My frenemies act finicky, on L gang, I´m went in, G
Hit-Boy and Big Hit, yup, we in this bitch
You addicted to that real hip-hop, come get your fix
He grew up in bull spittin´, I grew up in hard phrases
Gut clenchin´, heart wrenchin´, burnt out on blood spillin´
Stay on the mission, what the fuck I got to live for?
Huh, I guess the same shit that I kill for

How can you believe in Christ in a crisis? (Yeah)
How can you hold onto life, feeling lifeless?
I finally seen the light
On that five point seven, when I squeezed that night
I heard the words from my reverend

I don´t do much but yank the 911 clutch
Feel like I´m above the law, word to my nigga Big Hutch
I don´t do much but fuck bitches you can´t touch
The ones who pussy so good, you let ´em leave hair in your brush, uh
Pour some Don with my nigga DOM
Like Big Hit´s last bid, shit, it done been some time

Let the Daytona spin like the shrooms
That a bunch of bad bitches took in a overcrowded room
I don´t do much but smoke Gelato
Shiesty on like I´m hidin´ from my family and just won the lotto
Heard Cardi single, I might slide, full throttle
If she never see it, fuck her, the nigga really wanted Latto
Live my life on the edge, broken bottles
Draco leanin´ on the wall like I´m from Southside Chicago
But I´m just a Compton nigga with a attitude
Rappin´ over my sixtieth Hit beat, that´s Nip´s gratitude

Yeah, Big Hit, DOM KENNEDY, The Game, nigga

Hit-Boy on the beat, killin´ shit as always, haha