Jesus is the one, yes he is (He's the one)
Free Palestine, free Tay-K (Jesus is the one)
R.I.P Betty White
She ain't dead but for when she die 'cause I know it's coming up
Bitch you better praise God or I'ma shoot and that's on God
I ain't playing 'bout my Lord and saviour, I'm on my job
If you ain't a Christian I'ma stab you in the face
If it ain't 'bout Jesus I'ma hit you with this K
[Zack Fox & Kenny Beats]
Zack you ready?
Yeah, alright go ahead
(Jesus is the one)
Hell yeah, praise Jesus Christ, nigga
Free Palestine, free Tay-K
It's the trap game Abraham Lincoln
Four score and 16 bars ago
R.I.P Betty White
She ain't dead but for when she die 'cause I know it's coming up
Lil bitch, how you not gon' fuck on a real nigga?
Yeah, I'm getting paid, still late on my bills, nigga
Your bitch at my crib, I just let her charge the iPhone
Asked me if these diamonds, nah bitch, these some Rhinestones
Armpit musty, Reeboks dusty
My show got cancelled 'cause white folks don't trust me
Now I'm in the strip club with glue on the bottom of my shoe nigga, that's how I do
Ayy, I'm stealing money from these bitches
I'm hittin' licks year 'round like it's Christmas, I got addictions
I take the condom off and drunk my nut, it's delicious
I wanna get a whip and crash it into white-owned businesses
Ayy, nah, hold on, I got this hook
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I'ma dip my balls into some thousand Island dressing
'Cause I got depression
I'ma avoid my taxes then I'ma get arrested
'Cause I got depression
I'ma rob my mama and I'ma spend the money on a old Chevy
'Cause I got depression
Everybody know nigga, you need to learn your fuckin' lesson
Nigga I got depression, ayy
Shoutout mental illness, shoutout mental illness
Dude if you got a mental illness, like fuckin' turn up dude
Like seriously dude, like whatever the fuck you got going on, dude
Fuckin'- you're medicated, you're not medicated dude
Like seriously fuckin'- bro I put my fuckin'-
I put my dick in a bag of Doritos and made this nigga bitch suck the dust off the tip
[ Zack Fox & Kenny Beats]
Hahahaha (Bro you're done, you're done bro)
I'm not done yet (Br-bro, you're done, bro)
I made her suck the dust off the tip, nigga I'm in the whip
My Uber pool doin' 85 down the strip
Everybody know that I'm a fuckin' Crip
Nah, now I'm a Nazi, now I'm eatin' Takis
Ah-ye-yeah I used to give respect to my mommy
But now I don't, every time she caught me out here eatin' in the crib
I say bitch- she said she gon' whoop me, I said no you won't
(Bro, you're done, bro)
My mama tried to whip me, my daddy tried to kiss me
Everybody I know think tha-
Everybody out here think I got shot like 50, but no I didn't
Ehhm- (Ehhm, ehhm)
I used to be a Blood, now I'm Crippin', yeah, I'm false claimin'
I used to watch Vampire Diaries, team Damon
Alright, you got that? (Yeah, I think so)
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