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Jesus, oh Jesus You are my saviour And I ask the lord, would I be able to enter? You are my savior Hold up, I ain't trying to stunt, man But the Yeezys jumped over the Jumpman Went from most hated to the champion god flow I guess that's a feeling only me and LeBron know I'm living three dreams Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney King's, uh 'Cause we can't get along, no resolution 'Til we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston Cars, money, girls and the clothes Aw, man, you sold your soul Nah, man, mad people was frontin' Aw, man, made somethin' from nothin' Picture workin' so hard and you can't cut through That can mess up your whole life, like an uncle that touched you What has the world come to? I'm from the 3-1-2 Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true Like, "There the God go, in his Murcielago" From workin' McDonalds, barely payin' the car note He even got enough to get his mama a condo Then they ran up and shot him right in front of his mom Forty killings in a weekend, forty killings in a week Letras de cancionesMan, the summer too hot, you can feel it in the street Welcome to Sunday service, if you hope to someday serve us We got green in our eyes, just follow my Erick Sermon Did Moses not part the water with the cane? Did strippers not make an ark when I made it rain? Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and Dame? And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains? In Jesus' name, let the choir say "I'm on fire, ayy," that's what Richard Pryor say And we annihilate anybody that violate Ask any dope boy you know, they admire 'Ye And I ask the lord, would I be able to enter? You are my savior Now I was havin chocolate cake and sevian She said, I ain't no groupie don't get me wrong But me and my girls wanna get it on Then I just looked up like she said it wrong I say bitch don't you know they call me Metatron? Now I know what you thinkin you should let it go Let alone, my body's made of metal bones This played out in my mind a long time ago She said okay um uh, oh but I got a pound of dro In the hills we all take pills We even have designer drugs like strawberry sniff Strawberry coke? Said yes, I said chill I don't touch white lines, not even parking my wheels Bitch you plastic your girls is plastic Ain't it hot out here? The sun don't melt yall asses? The place you bought your nose, they showed you a book right? But when you have a baby what the fuck it gon look like? And I ask the lord, would I be able to enter? You are my savior No break, all wake Little mayhem for your All-State, nay ham, all steak Get a good ball great like a golf grade Make the ball break Just one swing, no putting That's how I try 'n does things, always Especially when your past is Martin, Baldwin, Audubon Ballroom Turn the glass ceiling to a glass floor Make a trampoline out of trapdoor On that gasoline when I was back poor Loudly crafted out my dream underneath a tap floor Backpack battle-cat underground rap lore Anonymous but dominant -- what's a Mac to a hacker? In other words, we lyrical Zuckerbergs Pimp you may move a mouse, but what's a rat to a cat store It's like a gig to an app store I rap Black history, you can only see my past if you fast forward Jesus, oh Jesus You are my saviour And I ask the lord, would I be able to enter? You are my savior From Letras Mania