Jesus Piece

one hunnid, It never really been a goal of mine to leave the streets We just working overtime, so our kids can eat They ain't solid most the time, that why they in discrete protected by the most high I think I need a Jesus Piece Gone die from tryin' these n*ggas just like easy e live from the block came up off rocks just like PNB like yellow lines and stop signs N*gga we the streets got food for the fiends to eat N*gga this ain't cream of wheat you ain't never had no geeks you only served yo friends never had no beef or squeezed yo heat till your hurt your hand send a n*gga to the gulag, ain't no resurgence then F*ck this rapping, if it don't work then ima purchase 10 Everybody tend to change, so I don't want no friends booing the feds for some shit that he sold our friend you gon' reap the shit you sew, probably the coldest end tolly bobby eight that mean bino been gone for almost 10 put my best foot forward, try and mold the plan anything I touch, gon' flourish, I got growing hands Through all these growing pains, I can't go for nan' Any pole I ever had, you know I broke it in I done made it through so many storms I gotta' praise the most high Be careful if you sinnin' 'fore me, Boy you gon' die Be careful with that bitch she got poison inside You can tell when they voice lies They be avoiding the eyes You gotta take the risks just to get the reward They ain't show love when I was down I got kicked through the floor The devil like to play in idle minds Don't be Don't be getting too bored We all got a time that's one thing that's for sure It never really been the goal of mine to leave the streets We just working overtime so our kids can eat They ain't solid most of the time, that's why they in the streets Protected by the most high, I think I need a Jesus piece Gonna die for tryna aid these niggas just like easy-E Life on the block came up off rock just like PNB Like yellow lines and stop signs, nigga we the streets Got food for the fiends to eat n*gga this ain't cream of wheat I need my Jesus piece, won't let 'em get the best of me Throw me my Jesus piece, you know that I'm gon' aim and squeeze She on her knees and see she tryna get the best of me Baby keep neglecting me, but this shit like vasectomies Everything I did was for the purpose, it was meant to be Send my daughter cash every month, huh, respectfully T -Y said he got me, if I'm on the beat, it's meant to be She just keep on calling, hit that red button on repeat 750 moving quick and I ain't into takin' pics, baby all up in the mix And I ain't with that goofy shit I'm just tryna post up on the island Chillin' with a stallion' nigga eating shrimp and lobster f*uck it I might go Italian