Jesus Wept

You did good, $lick
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 Even Jesus cried
 When I die, don't shed tears for I
 Paint me on a cross, soul lost
 Never bought, motherfuck it all
 Fuck these boys, I got to ball
 In fifth gear, no time to stall
 I been walked before I crawled, hoe
 Flex time, next time
 Hit me on my dope line
 Got the sack, got the pack
 Motherfucker, run it back
 (Ah, ah, ah, ah) (go, go)
 Prescription pills got my eyes low
 Ducked out as I'm gripping on the .44
 If I go broke though, bet I'm robbing
 All black ski mask, River Road mobbing
 Hold that Draco up, balance out my double cup
 Keep it in the trunk, got ammo from Texas, bruh
 Bush creeping, soul seeking
 Grim reaper, leave 'em leaking, ayy
 Off the corner, off the bars, selling hard
 Flex time, next time
 Hit me on my dope line
 Got the sack, got the pack
 Motherfucker, run it back
 Flex time, next time
 Hit me on my dope line
 Got the sack, got the pack
 Motherfucker, run it back
 (Yo, yo)
 Off a couple Xanny's, I can't get my mind right
 Roxy 30, perky-perky, ducking all night (yeah)
 Got me hiding, I can't take none of the limelight
 Sauce like Ragu, only time I sleep is private flights
 Brian McKnight, after midnight
 Come and get your bitch right
 High like a kite, I need a light, so I can spark this backie
 Michael Jacky, flip a packy, flame like Liberace
 Manny Packie, Chan like Jackie, when I come attack thee
 Holy ghost, holy smokes, better make a toast (holy, holy)
 Codeine poured, styrofoam (need I say more?) (Nah, nah)
 Bodies on the floor, in the Porsche, roof missing
 Clock ticking, mosh pitting, bitch, it's slim pickings
 (Yo, yo)