"Gospel" lyrics
Jim Jones & Heatmakerz Lyrics
Heatmakerz, Crack Music
I'm a star, hitting banks before I'm rock bottom
My nigga was up 10 mill, before the cops got him
I be dripping in Gucci sets, both top and bottom
He was on the wrong block when them oppers shot him
Cool niggas switch up, bullets all hot inside him
He was slipping, they got right up on his side and shot him
He got caught up on the wrong side of the hammer
My niggas catch murders, and be waving hi to the camera
I'm way too fire for the slander
I keep them lawyers on deck, I'm way too fly for the slammer
I got claustrophobia, I be scared to be boxed up
Even in [?] I be scared to put the top up
If I say it, then it's gospel, it's only facts that I preach
Still make it rain, it's like I'm tapping my feet
Been investigated, [?] police
Every foreign I was whipping, I kept the mack in my reach
Melly's in the cell, they got him trapped in the beast
They really tryna treat him, it's like they trapping the beast
Who really made you ball? I bring it back to the streets
Flip birds in the sky, and [?] on the streets
Fucker
Still cop jewls without apraisal
Flood the Jesus piece, in the streets, we still praize you
Serve you a piece of pie, without the baizel
Some chose to cook it, some took it up the naizel
Bullet might graze you, the life that influanced us
You had that bomb on the block, but then you blew it up
If you was gang, then you threw it up
I hopped out, Glocks out, on the blocks like who the fuck they shooted up?
Off White stanes, on my Bentley floor mats
Hov on the [?] 44 clap
I cop an Acein the club, then pour a stack
To telll it's time [?] it's 40 stacks
Quarterback the pot, yeah, I'm [?] that
Caught up on the law, like I wish they'd bring Porter back
Quarterback the pot, yeah, I'm [?] that
Caught up on the law, like I wish they'd bring Porter back
If I say it, then it's gospel, it's only facts that I preach
Still make it rain, it's like I'm tapping my feet
Been investigated, [?] police
Every foreign I was whipping, I kept the mack in my reach
Melly's in the cell, they got him trapped in the beast
They really tryna treat him, it's like they trapping the beast
Who really made you ball? I bring it back to the streets
Flip birds in the sky, and [?] on the streets
Fucker
I'm a star, hitting banks before I'm rock bottom
My nigga was up 10 mill, before the cops got him
I be dripping in Gucci sets, both top and bottom
He was on the wrong block when them oppers shot him
Cool niggas switch up, bullets all hot inside him
He was slipping, they got right up on his side and shot him
He got caught up on the wrong side of the hammer
My niggas catch murders, and be waving hi to the camera
I'm way too fire for the slander
I keep them lawyers on deck, I'm way too fly for the slammer
I got claustrophobia, I be scared to be boxed up
Even in [?] I be scared to put the top up
If I say it, then it's gospel, it's only facts that I preach
Still make it rain, it's like I'm tapping my feet
Been investigated, [?] police
Every foreign I was whipping, I kept the mack in my reach
Melly's in the cell, they got him trapped in the beast
They really tryna treat him, it's like they trapping the beast
Who really made you ball? I bring it back to the streets
Flip birds in the sky, and [?] on the streets
Fucker
Still cop jewls without apraisal
Flood the Jesus piece, in the streets, we still praize you
Serve you a piece of pie, without the baizel
Some chose to cook it, some took it up the naizel
Bullet might graze you, the life that influanced us
You had that bomb on the block, but then you blew it up
If you was gang, then you threw it up
I hopped out, Glocks out, on the blocks like who the fuck they shooted up?
Off White stanes, on my Bentley floor mats
Hov on the [?] 44 clap
I cop an Acein the club, then pour a stack
To telll it's time [?] it's 40 stacks
Quarterback the pot, yeah, I'm [?] that
Caught up on the law, like I wish they'd bring Porter back
Quarterback the pot, yeah, I'm [?] that
Caught up on the law, like I wish they'd bring Porter back
If I say it, then it's gospel, it's only facts that I preach
Still make it rain, it's like I'm tapping my feet
Been investigated, [?] police
Every foreign I was whipping, I kept the mack in my reach
Melly's in the cell, they got him trapped in the beast
They really tryna treat him, it's like they trapping the beast
Who really made you ball? I bring it back to the streets
Flip birds in the sky, and [?] on the streets
Fucker
