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