Текст песни Gospel - JBS

Steady preaching the Gospel
Steady preaching the Gospel
Fuck nigga play, then we pop em
On God
Steady preaching the Gospel
Fuck nigga play, then we pop em
Forty-five Glock it can't fit in my pocket
Look bitch, I be trending the topic
We was broke ain't have nothing to prosper
See the future I feel like a prophet

Steady preaching the Gospel
Fuck nigga play, then we pop em
Forty-five Glock it can't fit in my pocket
Look bitch, I be trending the topic
We was broke ain't have nothing to prosper
See the future I feel like a prophet
Heaven sent, but I came from the womb
Won't stop until I'm dead in a box
JBS, I'm the chosen apostle

Whats the option?
Hypnotizing they playing with optics
Girl you know I don't fuck with no opposites
Ain't no place for accepting apologies
Make a play then I'm gone with the wind
Stay lowkey cant be showing your hand
Heard lil brudda got knocked for a band
Yea he gone, he can't come back again

Steady preaching the Gospel
Fuck nigga play, then we pop em
Forty-five Glock it can't fit in my pocket
Look bitch, I be trending the topic
We was broke ain't have nothing to prosper
See the future I feel like a prophet
Heaven sent, but I came from the womb
Won't stop until I'm dead in a box
JBS, I'm the chosen apostle

Thick bitch say she ready to ride
Think the bitch wanna fuck with a slime
I go in it raw and throw dick in her spine
I'm her idol, like, coon of my kind
After that I can't stay, bitch I'm up next
Get it in by the load we don't flex
I'm a lie to the bitch I want more sex
Niggas bitching, getting caught in emotions
He went broke so he ain't having motion
Ship the pack, it got sent across the ocean
Now I'm swimming with sharks I ain't floating
Hit the club and your bitch wanna grope me
.556 we send shots and we scope em
Better reach for his chain and poke him
Talking up a good game like Poker
Everything that I flame is potent

Steady preaching the Gospel
Fuck nigga play, then we pop em
Forty-five Glock it can't fit in my pocket
Look bitch, I be trending the topic
We was broke ain't have nothing to prosper
See the future I feel like a prophet
Heaven sent, but I came from the womb
Won't stop until I'm dead in a box
JBS, I'm the chosen apostle

Won't stop until I'm dead in a box
On God