Black Jesus lyrics

[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*gga 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 scrape the plate up, I'm shining like a Jacob
Bring your A-game, my n*ggas 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*ggas being n*ggas and
Cops killing n*ggas 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*gga ate, made sure a n*gga straight
She throw seconds on your plate
Any second, always early never late
I seen the future, already we hella 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*gga
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 kill 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