歌词
作词 : Jayceon Taylor/Cash Jones
作曲 : Jayceon Taylor/Cash Jones
They put a cross on Jesus' back
They made him crawl 'til his knees was black
They put a cross on Jesus' back
They made him crawl 'til his knees was black
Sober, look
How many people endure that judgment?
The steeple is meant to usher the presence of higher power
But the reverend desires showers with seven virgins
And hours of heaven, lustful pleasures
A couple C cups and the essence enough
To keep blood rushin', I **** with her heavy
I might jump in her belly
I might summon her friends just so we all function like Eddie
I treat it like an animal plus the camera's on steady
Do my damage and then go scramble leaf panties like levies
They gon' judge me no matter what I do, uh
So I keep my halo with a peace sign, give a **** 'bout you
When I recline, I'ma need a fee, never get enough, I knew
I barely even touched my food, we skipped the appetizers
I slid inside her, when I'm done, I'm like, "What the **** I do?"
Now her head's on my sleeve and my hand's on her weave
She wanna stay and parlay and conversate over trees
But now I'm ready to leave
And I'm just wonderin' where my keys is at
They put a cross on Jesus' back
They made him crawl 'til his knees was black
They put a cross on Jesus' back
They made him crawl 'til his knees was black
One time 'bout to pull up
One time 'bout to pull up
Tell them n***as stop doin' pull-ups on the stop sign
Assembly line with this Glock 9
We don't toss that, tell her put in her purse
We live this real-life s**t then put it in a verse
But this freak only askin' me, "Do them bullets really hurt?"
Can't answer no questions unless you really from the turf
But I can put you on
See your curves from them curves that I swerved up on
Legs so smooth, the type of thighs you sniff a bird up on
**** the Summer Walker
No matter how many times we done heard that song
Daycare on your back
Scoop them kids up with the shirt that's on
Back to the block where n***as stay active
No drama teachers
Pour O.E. out for our lost ones
And stay elevated like Balenciaga sneakers
Inglewood to Compton, Space Jam's on
Shot it out with monsters
13 to your back, Tristan Thompson
K.G., I'm like the chopper had a conscience
Every n***a gotta watch how he movin'
Every picture got a n***a next to Judas
Every n***a got his own cross to bear
And that's the reason that...
They put a cross on Jesus' back
They made him crawl 'til his knees was black
They put a cross on Jesus' back
They made him crawl 'til his knees was black
This is Ye's Sunday service with killers and murderers
Must have heard us comin'
Don't let them n***as in the church with us
This is Ye's Sunday service with killers and murderers
Must have heard us comin'
Don't let them n***as in the church with us