Jesus Wept

You did good, $lick Even Jesus cried When I die, don't shed tears for I Paint me on a cross, soul lost Never bought, motherfuck it all Fuck these boys, I got to ball In fifth gear, no time to stall I been walked before I crawled, hoe Flex time, next time Hit me on my dope line Got the sack, got the pack Motherfucker, run it back (Ah, ah, ah, ah) (go, go) Prescription pills got my eyes low Ducked out as I'm gripping on the .44 If I go broke though, bet I'm robbing All black ski mask, River Road mobbing Hold that Draco up, balance out my double cup Keep it in the trunk, got ammo from Texas, bruh Bush creeping, soul seeking Grim reaper, leave 'em leaking, ayy Off the corner, off the bars, selling hard Flex time, next time Hit me on my dope line Got the sack, got the pack Motherfucker, run it back Flex time, next time Hit me on my dope line Got the sack, got the pack Motherfucker, run it back (Yo, yo) Off a couple Xanny's, I can't get my mind right Roxy 30, perky-perky, ducking all night (yeah) Got me hiding, I can't take none of the limelight Sauce like Ragu, only time I sleep is private flights Brian McKnight, after midnight Come and get your bitch right High like a kite, I need a light, so I can spark this backie Michael Jacky, flip a packy, flame like Liberace Manny Packie, Chan like Jackie, when I come attack thee Holy ghost, holy smokes, better make a toast (holy, holy) Codeine poured, styrofoam (need I say more?) (Nah, nah) Bodies on the floor, in the Porsche, roof missing Clock ticking, mosh pitting, bitch, it's slim pickings (Yo, yo)