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lirik lagu black jesus – young roddy

[verse 1: young roddy]
i got money on my radar, i grind on my day off
got introduced to the block the day the boy got laid off
had a cherry red monte carlo, drove it like a race car
smoking like i’m nate dogg, i’m talking every day dog
quiet kid i never said much
my uncle told me get paid and never take no pay cut
good times coming i told my n-gg- keep his head up
stack his bread up
i said we all we got, he like “straight up”
i brush my teeth, say my prayers when i wake up
do eat scr-pe the plate up, i’m shining like a jacob
bring your a-game, my n-gg-s rep the same gang
area tre one coming through like a freight train
and i prefer henney over champagne
route for president hold the world with my bare hands
a trap [?] boy like bob marley
it’s money over b-tches, b-tch be lucky if i call ya

[verse 2: mal dibiase]
from that penny in my loafers to this chip on my shoulder
feeling like f-ck yall, game over
playtime expired new sires
three kings, get cream spit fire
life goals is over right now life blows
hoes being hoes and n-gg-s being n-gg-s and
cops k!lling n-gg-s man anything goes
if you can’t see that then your eyes wide closed
i see a different world [?]
who you hotter than boy we hot as parliament
shout out miss [?]
made sure a n-gg- ate, made sure a n-gg- straight
she throw seconds on your plate
any second, always early never late
i seen the future, already we h-lla straight
sipping duce, levitate with the bouquet
yeah

[verse 3: smizz]
represent that south side, the south side
said we coming from the south side, the south side
sh-t i’m a southern n-gg-
sometimes i buy things i don’t even need
made sure there’s dreads and gold teeth on my jesus piece
it’s funny how we get gased up by whips and chains
cuz in our minds sh-t we still slaves
i’ve seen soles posed like emily rose in my hood
it’s a jungle out here, won’t smell no rose in my hood
pizza man won’t deliver no domino’s in my hood
sh-t we from where we from it’s all good, what your life like?
two parent home a nice crib, everybody got separate rooms it’s real space sh-t
my life like momma got 2 jobs we sharing bunk beds
and our daddy ain’t there, so sh-t we get it how we live
you better shape up, these young’uns out here will leave you taped up
no barber shop tape up, they k!ll you over paper
and i like whiskey over weed
make sure there’s dreads and gold teeth on my jesus piece
make sure there’s dreads and gold teeth on my jesus piece

- young roddy

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