Lyrics 20 Karat Jesus - Freddie Gibbs

Yeah, Kane Yeah, yeah, yeah My ambitions as a rider, nigga Survival off that powder, nigga
Currently smokin' that kill in the hills Where you can't find a nigga
Crack cocaine, microwave Dealer was on that type of nigga
No sleep, bags under my eyes Is designer, nigga Blinded and misguided, nigga
Heavenly Father take the wheel I'm on the interstate with some Guerrillas With shit can get me like 200 years
Thug in the pen', I need forgiveness I'm livin' like a every decision a sin
I know my niggas don't want me to win Jealousy, choppin' off all of my friends I ride with that white-white, just like Fight Night we be weighin' in
P.D is my pieces, 20 karats, Jesus say Amen
Tricked off on my new bitch, she was half black and Malaysian
Spent my last 200 thou' on a bird and a Mercedes Benz My dog used to pull up in a '99 GS300
Fresh up on the highway with the higher power, how you want it?
First these hoes ain't want it, now they only here to Michael Jones it
Mama said you live next door to death if you live in the moment I-I-I be kickin' shit like Solange in the elevator
The goal when you try to kick that dope, stuck on the respirator
Got symptoms of withdrawal from the fall when I used to ball
I show you how in one summer one nigga could lose it all
Like why we gotta feel this pain in our friends and family though?
My cellie like to walk around in his sleep, I rather stay woke
I must evoke, these are the results of the realest shit that I wrote These hoes get in the wind, burn that ass quick like Galaxy Notes That's why I ride with that white-white, just like Fight Night we be weighin' in
P.D is my pieces, 20 karats, Jesus say Amen
Tricked off on my new bitch, she was half black and Malaysian
Split my last two hundered thou' on a bird and Mercedes Benz My dog used to pull up in a '99 GS-300
Fresh up off the highway with the higher power, how you want it?
First these hoes ain't want it, now they only here to Michael Jones it
Mama said you live next door to death if you live in the moment I-I-I be kickin' shit just like Rodman did the camera man
I peel 100 dope like the poppy seed in Afghanistan
I been to drop by nuts but these cabbage hands do damage, nigga Rips from the clip leave you stiff, mannequin challenge, nigga
Me and my chips with dip boy ain't no play play 'bout that Frito-Lay Tried to give me ten, I beat the case so it's gon' be okay
Fresh up on the highway with the higher power, how you want it?
Mama say I live next door to the death 'cause I live in the moment Don't live in the moment Don't live in the moment
I'll be there in the mornin' Nigga, I'm livin' in the moment
I'll be there in the mornin' I'll be there in the mornin' I'll be there in the mornin'
Nigga, I'm livin' in the moment
Yeah, Kane, baby I drank Holy water Quarter brick, half a brick, holy shit, whole shit
Scar across my face, strap on my shoulder on some Tony shit
Taught myself the streets, you know my pop ain't never taught me shit
'Cept, "Fuck a friend, you gon' be solo in your coffin, bitch" Walkin' home from work my .44 pulled up what I'm walkin' with
Old folks out the church say, "He need Jesus, that boy off a bit" Preacher's daughter said, "I'll let you fuck it just might cost a bit"
Type a shit a nigga been through make you dog a bitch
Lost a bitch, married these streets, she prenup you can't divorce her
Lyin' from my cell electrical tape on my tape recorder, sucker shit
Don't blow your money, young nigga, pay your lawyer
Niggas is wrapped in electrical tape, they walkin' tape recorders, yeah Yeah, bitch, your first motherfucin' mixtape was a snitch tape You ain't think I knew that shit though I know though Quarter brick, half a brick, holy shit, whole shit
Drove on 65, brought 65 I sold the whole shit
Popo searched my kutless on the road, I got my own shit
Boy, you know the rules, they pick you up, don't call my phone bitch
Boy, you know the rules that shit don't jump unless you sold it down
S.W.A.T Team break, they cut the water off, can't flush the toilet down
454 my motor down, got green, got dough, got yola now
They playin', they suffer exposure now, this rapper shit just for the posers now
The losers now, all these bitch niggas got videos up with their toolies out
Everybody flashin' real money, niggas card credit, gettin' visa money
I don't knock it I just do the dope and blow it, I gotta get it so I gotta see the money Y'all remember peacin' out 28th to get the blunt liquor and a piece of money young nigga Young nigga Stay smooth, stay solid, nigga These niggas put your name on anythin' but a prayer Amen
Glory be to God, what's happening, pimps?
It is I, the alpha and omega, the original righteous player
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? It's your boy Jesus, man
Ye, s my nigga, Jesus is your homeboy
Say it again so I can uh reiterate it, man Your minds not ready and your heart's not open
You know what I'm sayin'? That's what's wrong with you. man You doin' all that covetin'
You tryin' to, you wan't what other niggas got
You not even just payin' attention to your gift, nigga
God gave you a gift, nigga
Pay attention to what he got for you You, other niggas over here
Yah he could sell dope real good, that's not your lane, my nigga
God gave you hands, you a chef my nigga Chef up that boysenberry crème brûlée, man