"JESUS IS COMING !!!" lyrics
I want y'all to know somethin' comin'
I don't know what
(Santa made again)
I can't really say, I can't really tell y'all, but it's comin' soon, though
Keep your eyes open
Yeah, yeah, huh
Don't get cold feet, wet up the whole street, huh
Nigga been stepped on that smoke, boy, that's old beef
Brand-new Rolls seats, these fuckers so neat
I got rich rappin' alone, I ain't doin' no feats, huh
I got rich, put niggas on, they switched up on me
This life be crazy, I been shootin' at all my old friends
Did so much dirt, I pray I make it to be an old man
I done taught my gang how to get a check, we do not hold hands
Old bands, new ho, bigger checks
My new bitch bad as fuck, did better, so I don't think 'bout my ex
You don't get no cheddar for bein' a real nigga, I would've had a hefty check
Ain't no halfway down, beat it up from the ground, if you with it, better rep this shit or respect this shit, yeah
My teammate gon' catch some hats, he fakin'
PCL dropped, got the whole block shakin'
There you go, hit 'em up like 2Pac, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I be prayin' I don't let my grandma down
I do what I can make sure she smile
I miss my girl, I wish she was 'round
Yeah, yeah, yeah, feel like I'm missin' a piece without my child
Got me a lawyer, finna see lil' Mia, forever, that's my round
Tryna change my life, I keep havin' memories of me tryna walk shit down
Cut off my partners and got me a bitch who gon' hold my switch, I know she down
Yeah
Let me give you a side-note
Your giving is about your heart
See, when people first come, they start learnin' to give by faith
All the sudden, they go from givin' by faith to givin' by opportunity (Yeah, yeah, huh)
Don't get cold feet, wet up the whole street, huh
Nigga been stepped on that smoke, boy, that's old beef
Brand-new Rolls seats, these fuckers so neat
I got rich rappin' alone, I ain't doin' no feats, huh
I got rich, put niggas on, they switched up on me
This life be crazy, I been shootin' at all my old friends
Did so much dirt, I pray I make it to be an old man
I done taught my gang how to get a check, we do not hold hands
Old bands, new ho, bigger checks
Old bands, new ho, bigger checks
I don't know what
(Santa made again)
I can't really say, I can't really tell y'all, but it's comin' soon, though
Keep your eyes open
Yeah, yeah, huh
Don't get cold feet, wet up the whole street, huh
Nigga been stepped on that smoke, boy, that's old beef
Brand-new Rolls seats, these fuckers so neat
I got rich rappin' alone, I ain't doin' no feats, huh
I got rich, put niggas on, they switched up on me
This life be crazy, I been shootin' at all my old friends
Did so much dirt, I pray I make it to be an old man
I done taught my gang how to get a check, we do not hold hands
Old bands, new ho, bigger checks
My new bitch bad as fuck, did better, so I don't think 'bout my ex
You don't get no cheddar for bein' a real nigga, I would've had a hefty check
Ain't no halfway down, beat it up from the ground, if you with it, better rep this shit or respect this shit, yeah
My teammate gon' catch some hats, he fakin'
PCL dropped, got the whole block shakin'
There you go, hit 'em up like 2Pac, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I be prayin' I don't let my grandma down
I do what I can make sure she smile
I miss my girl, I wish she was 'round
Yeah, yeah, yeah, feel like I'm missin' a piece without my child
Got me a lawyer, finna see lil' Mia, forever, that's my round
Tryna change my life, I keep havin' memories of me tryna walk shit down
Cut off my partners and got me a bitch who gon' hold my switch, I know she down
Yeah
Let me give you a side-note
Your giving is about your heart
See, when people first come, they start learnin' to give by faith
All the sudden, they go from givin' by faith to givin' by opportunity (Yeah, yeah, huh)
Don't get cold feet, wet up the whole street, huh
Nigga been stepped on that smoke, boy, that's old beef
Brand-new Rolls seats, these fuckers so neat
I got rich rappin' alone, I ain't doin' no feats, huh
I got rich, put niggas on, they switched up on me
This life be crazy, I been shootin' at all my old friends
Did so much dirt, I pray I make it to be an old man
I done taught my gang how to get a check, we do not hold hands
Old bands, new ho, bigger checks
Old bands, new ho, bigger checks
