Jesus (feat. Lil Gnar)

Chief Keef

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    Foenem Radio, bitch (Bang)

    I done seen the same shit that I already seen
    I done got my hands dirty tryna keep 'em clean
    I seen money from rap and a triple beam
    New shit, got Glocks with triple beams
    I done seen more ass than a damn surgeon
    Put me in a time machine, let me reverse it
    Where I'm from, it get live, but we don't rehearse it
    Young nigga chasin' dreams, the streets not working
    Baby, leave that ass alone, everything not perfect
    You should never give up if everything's not working
    If you ever see me in Malibu, I'm not surfing
    I just had to switch locations, resurface
    Baby, leave that ass alone, everything's meant to be
    I got bags under my eyes, it don't mean I need sleep
    Yeah, I know I ain't slept, but it was just a POV
    Don't look up to me, go look up to G-O-D

    Dark night, little Zamunda
    Fade to black
    Bitch nigga
    Black nigga
    Twenty-one darkness
    Twenty-one shadows
    In the oven
    Zyliss skillet
    Skillet lit
    Uzi burnt (Bang)
    Young limo tint (Bang)
    Foenem Radio, bitch (Bang)

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    Don't look up to Chief Sosa, look up to Jesus Christ
    All these two-liters, I need an endorsement with Sprite
    Bitch say she believe me, but she don't believe the hype
    Ex asked me: How's life? Told that bitch: Nice
    Grab the AK and show y'all I know my ABC
    Nigga said he did what? Man, that's make-believe
    Sippin' sizzurp like it grow on maple trees
    Turn your head into a baseball, major league
    Rollin' all this weed 'cause this shit grow on trees
    Spending all this cash like the money grow on trees
    Yeah, that bitch'll leave you, but your problems won't leave
    All this ice on, I'ma need a long-sleeve
    Letting off the hammer, damn near pulled a hamstring
    We pour pints to celebrate, not no damn champagne
    I'm a king, not a prince, I'm still sippin' purple rain
    We ain't mad 'bout a bitch, EA, it's in the game
    Chief So the first man, bitch, I'm still in the gang
    We'll color your ass red, don't be standing in the paint
    Nigga talkin' 'bout he a P, nigga, you put the P in prank
    Ridin' with the AR, we put the A and R in rank
    Say you signed for a Hank, nigga, I spend that shit on drank
    Pull up and make it crank with the ratchet and the clank
    I got money in the bank, I like Grant, Jackson, Frank
    Bill got a nigga served, they say this shit for Lil Saint

    I'll still get him cut, try messing with the flame
    Fuck it, life not perfect, dump an eight out for the pain
    I was walking through the rain, blood diamonds in the face
    Like a slavemaster, all my niggas havin' whips and chains
    Car way faster, Hellcat, widebody frame
    Optimus Prime, blick transform a nigga brain
    I don't got no feelings when I'm fried off the drank
    Know I really love shorty, but I'm dealing with some things

    I'll still get him cut, try messing with the flame
    Fuck it, life not perfect, dump an eight out for the pain
    I was walking through the rain, blood diamonds in the face
    Like a slavemaster, all my niggas havin' whips and chains
    Car way faster, Hellcat, widebody frame
    Optimus Prime, blick transform a nigga brain
    I don't got no feelings when I'm fried off the drank
    Know I really love shorty, but I'm dealing with some things
    Young nigga burnt out, he'll crash for some fame
    Leave a bitch body orange like a fuckin' spray tan
    I don't know Miley Cyrus, I move molly sand tan
    Big Glock, Flintstone, motherfucker, bam, bam
    We don't got the same vision, I can't rock no Ray-Ban
    Silver crosses on the Rollie, this a Chrome Heart band
    Turbo Porsche 911 like the fuckin' fireman
    Yellow-red Trackhawk, I feel like I'm Iron Man

    Right now, it's all about the windy city
    Chicago's hardest nigga in town
    My nigga Sosa
    We back reunited
    'Bout to shit on the whole world right now (Foenem Radio, bitch)
    He's 'bout to shit on all his haters with this new shit
    This new Almighty So 2 is gonna shit on everybody
    Shoot that motherfucker
    Hey, fuck you
    Go to the medics, go to the medics
    I got one down

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