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Jesus do, Jesus do

I've never been a gang banger with street killas

If I protect myself, I'll be favorin' all these ****

And I bought my first gun from my homie who tried to sell it

A 9 with a couple bullets, just eyes when I'm out here lookin'

Tryin' to find a job to survive so I stop tossin'

Hop inside the whip and then drive 'cause I walk often

Stressin' like a bitch 'cause I'm tired of my Mom's apartment

I'm Satan in God's office, that's, alright, hold up

Shovels to my gravestone, kickin' dirt on my coffin

Broke bitches with their hands out, 'cause they heard I was ballin'

Fucked me so good, went to sleep, woke in the mornin'

Six **** in my face, guns drawn with no warnin'

Pistol whipped, stomped me and left me like I was dead

I had murder on my conscious, I was plottin' on revenge

Circlin' the block like I know what I need to do

Before I cock the fuckin' hammer, I said what would Jesus do

Because Christ is not only leader, he was teacher

But not just leader and teacher, he was Christ the redeemer

Christ the restorer, Christ the deliverer

Hate's the only motivation, that's how real we made it

Guilty by association, you affiliated

Smokin' Newports while I'm ridin' the Willie Mays

To watch you **** turn bitch, there's nothing more humiliatin'

I wonder what my life be like if I ain't had no hobby

Probably dancin' with the devil, movin' like a Jabberwocky

I just want change, I wonder how much that'll cost me

I don't think I have a heartbeat, I'm just, alright, fuck it

Tempest keep ragin', my mind don't ever sleep

I see my cousin in the cold, gave him a ride up the street

Blue flashin' lights puled behind me, it's the police

So my cousin reached in his jeans, threw the burner under my seat

They pulled us out the car, got charged with a loaded 9

'Cause he told the boys it was mine, I was facing a 5-9

My momma sold the car, bailed out in a week or two

Before I caught that **** slippin', I said what would Jesus do

Not that Jesus is God

Because Jesus never told you to worship Him

He told you to follow Him

And you see, pastor, when we praise Jesus

He's worthy to be praised, we feel good, don't we?

But not enough to follow Him

Rappers on TV with jewels, we idolize them

Picturin' myself on the news and paparazzi

Bunch of grimy thoughts, **** never had no conscious

I've been looking for a jux, being broke is not an option

I've never been violent, I'm shakin', just being honest here

Especially when my girl ain't workin' and we be starvin'

Argue every minute, we fight in a small apartment

She trippin' just non-stop and I'm like (Bitch, I gotta go)

Lookin' for some pussy to fuck just for one night

Get some anger out my chest and bust until I'm right

Met this shawty at the bar, she was working for some tips

Took me back to her crib and I was nervous as a bitch

Her husband came home and he was lurkin' in the crib

While I was jerking in his bitch, he grabbed the burner out the 6

Burstin' in the room, cocked it back, from me to you, wait

Before you pull that trigger, think of what would Jesus

You're gonna feel the presence of God