Kaytta - Jesus Piece

one hunnid,
It never really been a goal of mine to leave the streets
We just working overtime, so our kids can eat
They ain't solid most the time, that why they in discrete
protected by the most high
I think I need a Jesus Piece

Gone die from tryin' these n*ggas just like easy e
live from the block
came up off rocks just like PNB
like yellow lines and stop signs
N*gga we the streets
got food for the fiends to eat
N*gga this ain't cream of wheat

you ain't never had no geeks
you only served yo friends
never had no beef or squeezed yo heat till your hurt your hand
send a n*gga to the gulag, ain't no resurgence then
Fuck this rapping, if it don't work then ima purchase 10

Everybody tend to change, so I don't want no friends
booing the feds for some shit that he sold our friend
you gon' reap the shit you sew, probably the coldest end
tolly bobby eight
that mean bino been gone for almost 10

put my best foot forward, try and mold the plan
anything I touch, gon' flourish, I got growing hands
Through all these growing pains,
I can't go for nan'
Any pole I ever had, you know I broke it in
I done made it through so many storms
I gotta' praise the most high
Be careful if you sinnin' 'fore me,

Boy you gon' die
Be careful with that bitch
she got poison inside
You can tell when they voice lies
They be avoiding the eyes
You gotta take the risks just to get the reward
They ain't show love when I was down
I got kicked through the floor
The devil like to play in idle minds
Don't be Don't be getting too bored
We all got a time that's one thing that's for sure

It never really been the goal of mine to leave the streets
We just working overtime so our kids can eat
They ain't solid most of the time, that's why they in the streets
Protected by the most high, I think I need a Jesus piece
Gonna die for tryna aid these niggas just like easy-E
Life on the block came up off rock just like PNB
Like yellow lines and stop signs,
nigga we the streets
Got food for the fiends to eat
n*gga this ain't cream of wheat

I need my Jesus piece, won't let 'em get the best of me
Throw me my Jesus piece,
you know that I'm gon' aim and squeeze
She on her knees and see she tryna get the best of me
Baby keep neglecting me,

but this shit like vasectomies
Everything I did was for the purpose,
it was meant to be
Send my daughter cash every month, huh, respectfully
T -Y said he got me, if I'm on the beat,
it's meant to be
She just keep on calling,

hit that red button on repeat
750 moving quick and I ain't into takin' pics,
baby all up in the mix
And I ain't with that goofy shit

I'm just tryna post up on the island
Chillin' with a stallion'
nigga eating shrimp and lobster
f*uck it I might go Italian

Written by:
KEVIN DANIELS

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