Jesus (feat. Lil Gnar) - Chief Keef/Lil Gnar.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作曲 : Keith Cozart/Caleb Sheppard/Kojo Bediako
[00:04.805] Foenem Radio, bitch (Bang)
[00:06.148]
[00:06.284] I done seen the same shit that I already seen
[00:09.347] I done got my hands dirty tryna keep 'em clean
[00:12.211] I seen money from rap and a triple beam
[00:15.147] New shit, got Glocks wit' triple beams
[00:18.226] I done seen more ass than a damn surgeon
[00:21.420] Put me in a time machine, let me reverse it
[00:24.245] Where I'm from, it get live, but we don't rehearse it
[00:27.369] Young **** chasin' dreams, the streets not working
[00:30.325] Baby, leave that ass alone, everything not perfect
[00:33.367] You should never give up if everything's not working
[00:36.346] If you ever see me in Malibu, I'm not surfing
[00:39.438] I just had to switch locations, resurface
[00:42.289] Baby, leave that ass alone, everything's meant to be
[00:45.314] I got bags under my eyes, it don't mean I need sleep
[00:48.251] Yeah, I know I ain't slept, but it was just a POV
[00:51.349] Don't look up to me, go look up to G-O-D
[00:52.359]
[00:54.045] Dark night, little Zamunda
[00:56.600] Fade to black
[00:59.363] Bitch ****
[01:00.489] Black ****
[01:02.062] Twenty-one darkness
[01:05.387] Twenty-one shadows
[01:06.862] In the oven
[01:08.503] Zyliss skillet
[01:10.546] Skillet lit
[01:12.685] Uzi burnt
[01:14.731] Young limo tint (Bang)
[01:16.660] Foenem Radio, bitch (Bang)
[01:18.285]
[01:18.324] Don't look up to Chief Sosa, look up to Jesus Christ
[01:21.249] All these two-liters, I need an endorsement with Sprite
[01:24.203] Bitch say she believe me, but she don't believe the hype
[01:27.183] Ex asked me, "How's life?" Told that bitch, "Nice"
[01:30.364] Grab the AK and show y'all I know my ABC
[01:33.272] **** said he did what? Man, that's make-believe
[01:36.388] Sippin' sizzurp like it grow on maple trees
[01:39.280] Turn your head into a baseball, Major League
[01:42.268] Rollin' all this weed 'cause this shit grow on trees
[01:45.239] Spending all this cash like the money grow on trees
[01:48.194] Yeah, that bitch'll leave you, but your problems won't leave
[01:51.211] All this ice on, I'ma need a long-sleeve
[01:54.206] Letting off the hammer, damn near pulled a hamstring
[01:57.291] We pour pints to celebrate, not no damn champagne
[02:00.368] I'm a king, not a prince, I'm still sippin' purple rain
[02:03.375] We ain't mad 'bout a bitch, EA, it's in the game
[02:06.396] Chief So the first man, bitch, I'm still in the gang
[02:09.177] We'll color your ass red, don't be standing in the paint
[02:12.268] **** talkin' 'bout he a P, ****, you put the P in prank
[02:15.338] Ridin' with the AR, we put the A and R in rank
[02:18.306] Say you signed for a Hank, ****, I spend that shit on drank
[02:21.290] Pull up and make it crank, with the ratchet and the clank
[02:24.360] I got money in the bank, I like Grant, Jackson, Frank
[02:27.237] Bill got a **** served, they say this shit for Lil Saint
[02:27.390]
[02:30.400] I'll still get him cut, try messing with the flame
[02:33.203] **** it, life not perfect, dump an eight out for the pain
[02:36.311] I was walking through the rain, blood diamonds in the face
[02:39.317] Like a slavemaster, all my **** havin' whips and chains
[02:42.375] Car way faster, Hellcat, widebody frame
[02:45.352] Optimus Prime, blick transform a **** brain
[02:48.251] I don't got no feelings when I'm fried off the drank
[02:51.408] Know I really love shorty, but I'm dealing with some things
[02:54.367] I'll still get him cut, try messing with the flame
[02:57.180] **** it, life not perfect, dump an eight out for the pain
[03:00.211] I was walking through the rain, blood diamonds in the face
[03:03.241] Like a slavemaster, all my **** havin' whips and chains
[03:06.204] Car way faster, Hellcat, widebody frame
[03:09.267] Optimus Prime, blick transform a **** brain
[03:12.356] I don't got no feelings when I'm fried off the drank
[03:15.195] Know I really love shorty, but I'm dealing with some things
[03:18.274]
[03:18.295] Young **** burnt out, he'll crash for some fame
[03:21.318] Leave a bitch body orange like a ****in' spray tan
[03:24.172] I don't know Miley Cyrus, I move Molly sand tan
[03:27.205] Big Glock, Flintstone, mother****er, bam, bam
[03:30.192] We don't got the same vision, I can't rock no Ray-Ban
[03:33.208] Silver crosses on the Rollie, this a Chrome Heart band
[03:36.240] Turbo Porsche 911, like the ****in' fireman
[03:39.323] Yellow-red Trackhawk, I feel like I'm Iron Man
[03:40.601]
[03:42.600] Right now, it's all about the Windy City
[03:44.319] Chicago's hardest **** in town
[03:48.308] My **** Sosa
[03:50.141] We back reunited
[03:52.836] 'Bout to shit on the whole world right now
[03:52.938] Foenem Radio, bitch
[03:55.363] He's 'bout to shit on all his haters with this new shit
[03:59.214] This new Almighty So 2 is gonna shit on everybody
[04:02.100]
[04:17.744] Shoot that mother****er
[04:20.358] Hey, **** you
[04:23.236] Go to the medics, go to the medics
[04:26.236] I got one down
文本歌词
作曲 : Keith Cozart/Caleb Sheppard/Kojo Bediako
Foenem Radio, bitch (Bang)
I done seen the same shit that I already seen
I done got my hands dirty tryna keep 'em clean
I seen money from rap and a triple beam
New shit, got Glocks wit' triple beams
I done seen more ass than a damn surgeon
Put me in a time machine, let me reverse it
Where I'm from, it get live, but we don't rehearse it
Young **** chasin' dreams, the streets not working
Baby, leave that ass alone, everything not perfect
You should never give up if everything's not working
If you ever see me in Malibu, I'm not surfing
I just had to switch locations, resurface
Baby, leave that ass alone, everything's meant to be
I got bags under my eyes, it don't mean I need sleep
Yeah, I know I ain't slept, but it was just a POV
Don't look up to me, go look up to G-O-D
Dark night, little Zamunda
Fade to black
Bitch ****
Black ****
Twenty-one darkness
Twenty-one shadows
In the oven
Zyliss skillet
Skillet lit
Uzi burnt
Young limo tint (Bang)
Foenem Radio, bitch (Bang)
Don't look up to Chief Sosa, look up to Jesus Christ
All these two-liters, I need an endorsement with Sprite
Bitch say she believe me, but she don't believe the hype
Ex asked me, "How's life?" Told that bitch, "Nice"
Grab the AK and show y'all I know my ABC
**** said he did what? Man, that's make-believe
Sippin' sizzurp like it grow on maple trees
Turn your head into a baseball, Major League
Rollin' all this weed 'cause this shit grow on trees
Spending all this cash like the money grow on trees
Yeah, that bitch'll leave you, but your problems won't leave
All this ice on, I'ma need a long-sleeve
Letting off the hammer, damn near pulled a hamstring
We pour pints to celebrate, not no damn champagne
I'm a king, not a prince, I'm still sippin' purple rain
We ain't mad 'bout a bitch, EA, it's in the game
Chief So the first man, bitch, I'm still in the gang
We'll color your ass red, don't be standing in the paint
**** talkin' 'bout he a P, ****, you put the P in prank
Ridin' with the AR, we put the A and R in rank
Say you signed for a Hank, ****, I spend that shit on drank
Pull up and make it crank, with the ratchet and the clank
I got money in the bank, I like Grant, Jackson, Frank
Bill got a **** served, they say this shit for Lil Saint
I'll still get him cut, try messing with the flame
**** it, life not perfect, dump an eight out for the pain
I was walking through the rain, blood diamonds in the face
Like a slavemaster, all my **** havin' whips and chains
Car way faster, Hellcat, widebody frame
Optimus Prime, blick transform a **** brain
I don't got no feelings when I'm fried off the drank
Know I really love shorty, but I'm dealing with some things
I'll still get him cut, try messing with the flame
**** it, life not perfect, dump an eight out for the pain
I was walking through the rain, blood diamonds in the face
Like a slavemaster, all my **** havin' whips and chains
Car way faster, Hellcat, widebody frame
Optimus Prime, blick transform a **** brain
I don't got no feelings when I'm fried off the drank
Know I really love shorty, but I'm dealing with some things
Young **** burnt out, he'll crash for some fame
Leave a bitch body orange like a ****in' spray tan
I don't know Miley Cyrus, I move Molly sand tan
Big Glock, Flintstone, mother****er, bam, bam
We don't got the same vision, I can't rock no Ray-Ban
Silver crosses on the Rollie, this a Chrome Heart band
Turbo Porsche 911, like the ****in' fireman
Yellow-red Trackhawk, I feel like I'm Iron Man
Right now, it's all about the Windy City
Chicago's hardest **** in town
My **** Sosa
We back reunited
'Bout to shit on the whole world right now
Foenem Radio, bitch
He's 'bout to shit on all his haters with this new shit
This new Almighty So 2 is gonna shit on everybody
Shoot that mother****er
Hey, **** you
Go to the medics, go to the medics
I got one down