Freddie Gibbs – 20 Karat Jesus Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, kane
Yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
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
Im on the interstate with some Guerrillas
With shit can get me like 200 years
Thug in the pen, I need forgiveness
Im living like a every decision a sin
I know my niggas don’t want me to win
Jealousy, chopping off all’a my friends
I ride with that white white juice
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 Yah
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
Like how we gotta feel this pain in this friends family dope
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 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 thou’ 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 sayd I live next door to death cause’ I 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
[?] drop by nuts before these cabbage hands do damage nigga
[?] from the clip leave you stiff
[?] nigga
Me and my chips
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
(x3)
Nigga I’m living in the moment
I’m living in the moment
(x3)

Yah
Kane baby
[?]

[Verse 2]
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 [?] you gon’ be solo in your coffin 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
[?] prenup you can’t divorce a lie
[?] 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 Yah

Yah, bitch your first motherfucing mixtape was a snitch tape you ain’t think I knew that shit though I knew that shit though

[Verse 3]
Quarter brick, half a brick, hold this shit, cold shit
Drove a 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 motor down got green got dough got yola now ..
They playin’ they suffer exposure now
This life isn’t there for the posers now
The losers now, all these bitch niggas got bitches up with their tooties out..
Everybody flashing real money, niggas card credit getting visa money _
Y’all don’t knock it I just do the [?]
I gotta get it so I gotta see the money
Y’all remember peacing out 28th to get the blunt liquor and a piece of money young nigga

[Outro]
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

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