Ten Jesus Pieces

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God forgives, He's so honorable
 But living amongst thieves and niggas like myself
 You will not have that luxury
 I wake up excited, I made it through the night
 Things I did in the dark, will it ever see the light?
 My nerves should be a wreck, I got a bad chick
 She keeps me erect, she loves my ad-libs
 I think I'm a genius, hundred grand a fucking feature
 I do at least three a week, roll up the fucking reefer
 Went from Benihana to Bimini in Bahamas
 Ten chains, no luggage, I'm a big timer
 Niggas claim that they thugging when they dick-riding
 My niggas rather walk, do they own brick climbing
 On the block in my all white sneakers
 Lord knows that my ten Jesus pieces
 Pray for me cause you know a nigga doing wrong
 My homie in the cell, so I had to write a poem
 Count mills for the times that we had it hard
 Asking for a hundred mill as I pray to God
 I do this for my niggas facing hard times
 Empty on them corners if you hustling part time
 Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties
 Rakim flows, coming from the Pharcyde
 Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid
 Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives
 I pray for every soul that this music reaches
 Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces
 Young nigga coming up, they wanna gun you down
 Drinking vodka in the memory of my nigga, damn (I miss you Peanut)
 Riding real slow on them all golds (we had them nigga)
 Shopping for them Os when the mall close
 Repping for your homies when they all gone
 Get empowered then you put your dog on (Real shit)
 All black tees, ten gold chains
 At the Super Bowl, but we in the dope game
 Ten years strong in the same trap
 Ten years blowing on that strong pack
 Lord knows that I wanna live right
 But Lord knows what that Club Liv like (right)
 Forty dollar tab meaning forty grand
 Lil Wodie got it rolled up in a rubber band
 Holding on the forty in his other hand
 Ten chains on, smoking in the motherland
 I do this for my niggas facing hard times
 Empty on them corners if you hustling part time
 Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties
 Rakim flows, coming from the Pharcyde
 Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid
 Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives
 I pray for every soul that this music reaches
 Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces
 I'm his poltergeist, niggas know I'm more than nice
 All these jewels on, all?
 I could see it in the sparkle cause it lackluster
 Black card maxed out, damn black brother
 White collar, black minded
 Chrome Smith and Wesson, back pocket
 Eight shot, bitch I'm a top shotta
 Screaming your affiliations, but that don't matter
 I'm flyin' first class as the snakes slither
 Never blackmail them, motherfucking killer
 On trial and they wanna execute me
 It's really sad, just the fact they never knew me
 True G to the core, feel my texture
 A true G keeps it raw in his lecture
 Keep it simple, white tee, new sneakers
 Dope boy style, ten Jesus pieces
 I do this for my niggas facing hard times
 Empty on them corners if you hustling part time
 Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties
 Rakim flows, coming from the Pharcyde
 Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid
 Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives
 I pray for every soul that this music reaches
 Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces
 Versace shirt, Jesus laying on the chest
 Man I swear Big did it the best, I mean
 Nas did it fresh, Jay did it fresh, I mean
 Ye did it fresh, but man Big did it the best
 And I was so impressed that I went and got ten
 Now I'm stunting on these niggas cause I couldn't back then
 Rose gold, yellow gold, a couple platinum
 And I wear them all at once, I ain't trying to match them
 I remember bumping Mac 10 and that deuce in the corner
 Scraping up for a sandwich and a soda
 Now my strength is up and I'm dangling chains off my shoulders
 But no Jesus piece on mine, cause at times I feel ashamed
 For the reason that I rhyme
 And they say, because I'm Muslim I shouldn't think about the shine
 Or even put it in a rhyme
 It's better things I could talk about or put my money towards
 But for now, I'mma wear these ten chains and floss
 I do this for my niggas facing hard times
 Empty on them corners if you hustling part time
 Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties
 Rakim flows, coming from the Pharcyde
 Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid
 Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives
 I pray for every soul that this music reaches
 Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces
 We untouchable
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 Mi historia es complicada, pero al final del dia valio la pena, porque ahora estoy trabajando con el jefe
 Yo vivi en Colombia y vivi muchas cosas, me entiende?
 Vi muertes... vi muertes... vi cuerpos en las calles
 sangrando despues del colegio
 con 12, 13 años viendo estas cosas en la calle
 Y siempre queria venir para aqui otra vez, y me vine
 y trabaje porque tenia otra mentalidad
 Y cuando llegue aca entendi mi proposito
 hacer dinero, ser rico para siempre
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 Dios perdona, yo no
 

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Duration
06:51
Key
6
Tempo
161 BPM

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