20 Karat Jesus Songtext
von Freddie Gibbs

Yeah, kane
Yeah
Yeah, yeah

My ambitions as a rider nigga
Survival off that powder nigga
Currently smoking that kill in the hills
Where you can′t find a nigga
Crack cocaine, microwave
Dinner was on that timer of nigga
No sleep, bags under my eyes is designer nigga
Blinded and misguided nigga
Heavenly Father take the wheel
I'm on the inner state with some guerrilla weight
Shit can get me like two hundred years

Thug in the pen, I need forgiveness
I′m living like every decision a sin
I know my niggas don't want me to win
Jealousy, chopping off all of my friends


I ride with that white white just
Like fight night we be weighin' in
VVS my pieces, 20 karats Jesus say amen
Tricked off on my new bitch
She was half black and Malaysian yeah
Spent my last 200 thou′ on a bird and a Mercedes Benz
My dogg used to pull up in a 99 GS 300 fresh up on the
Highway with the higher power how you wan′ it?
First these hoes ain't wan′t it now they only here to Michael Jones it
Mama say you live next door to the death
If you live in the moment

I-I-I be kickin' shit like Solange in the elevator
The goal when you try to kick that dope
Stuck on the respirator
Got symptoms of withdrawal from the fall when I used to ball
I show you how in one summer one nigga could lose it all
But now we gotta feel this pain and our friends family don′t
My celie like to walk around in their sleep I'd rather stay woke
I must evoke these are the results of the realest shit that I wrote
These hoes gettin′ in your wind, burn that ass quick like Galaxy Notes


That's why I ride with that white white just
Like fight night we be weighin' in
VVS my pieces, 20 karats Jesus say amen
Tricked off on my new bitch
She was half black and Malaysian
Spent my last 200 thou′ on a bird and a Mercedes Benz
My dogg used to pull up in a 99 GS 300 fresh up on the
Highway with the higher power how you wan′ it?
First these hoes ain't wan′t it now they only here to Michael Jones it
Mama say you live next door to the death
If you live in the moment

I-I-I be kickin shit just like Rodman did to camera man
I peel 100 dope like the poppy seed in Afghanistan
I been to drop by nuts but these cabbage hands do damage nigga
Rips from the clip leave you stiff
Mannequin challenge nigga
Me and my chips with drip boy ain't no play play ′bout that Frito-Lay
Tryed to give me ten, I beat a case so it's gon′ be okay
Fresh up on the highway with the higher power, how you want it?
Mama say I live next door to the death 'cause I live in the moment

Don't live in the moment
Don′t live in the moment
I′ll be there in the mornin'
Nigga, I′m living in the moment
I'll be there in the mornin′
I'll be there in the mornin′
I'll be there in the mornin'
Nigga, I′m living in the moment

Yeah
Kane baby

I drink Holy Water

Quarter brick, half a brick, holy shit, whole shit
Scar across my face, strap on my shoulder on some Tony shit
Taught myself the streets, you know my pop ain′t never taught me shit
'Cept, "Fuck a friend, you gon′ be solo in your coffin bitch"
Walkin' home from work my .44 bulldog what I′m walking with
Old folks out the church say, "He need Jesus, that boy off a bit"
Preacher's daughter said, "I′ll let you fuck it, just might cost a bit"
Type a shit a nigga been through make you dog a bitch
Lost a bitch, married these streets, she prenup you can't divorce her
Lyin' from my my cell electrical tape on my tape recorder, sucker shit
Don′t blow your money, young nigga, pay your lawyer
Niggas is wrapped in electrical tape
They walking tape recorders, yeah

Yeah, bitch your first motherfucing mixtape was a snitch tape
You ain′t think I knew that shit though I know though

Quarter brick, half a brick, holy shit, whole shit
Drove on 65, brought 65, I sold the whole shit
Popo searched my cutlass on the road, I got my own shit
Boy you know the rules, they pick you up, don't call my phone bitch
Boy you know the rules that shit don′t jump unless you sold it down
S.W.A.T Team break, they cut the water off, can't flush the toilet down
454 my motor down, got green, got dough, got yola now
They playin′, they suffer exposure now
This rapper shit just for the posers now
The losers now, all these bitch niggas got videos up with their toolies out
Everybody flashing real money, niggas card credit, getting Visa money
I don't knock it I just do the dope and blow it
I gotta get it, so I gotta see the money
Y′all remember peacin' out 28th to get the blunt liquor and a piece of money young nigga

Young Nigga
Stay smooth, stay solid nigga
These niggas'll put your name in everything but a prayer
Amen
Glory be to God
What′s happening pimps?
It is I the alpha and omega, the original righteous player
You know what I′m talking about?
It's your boy Jesus, man
Yes my nigga Jesus is your homeboy

Say it again so I can uh reiterate it, man
Your minds not ready and your heart′s not open
You know what I'm saying?
That′s what's wrong with you man
You doing all that coveting
You trying to, you wan′t what other niggas got
You not even just paying attention to your gift nigga
God gave you a gift nigga
Pay attention to what he got for you
You, other niggas over here
Yah he could sell dope real good, that's not your lane my nigga
God gave you hands, you a chef my nigga
Chef up that boysenberry crème brûlée man