My Real Ones and Jesus Lyrics

(Listen man I gotta be honest)

(I get in my feels)

(Man's out here)

(But not really there)

(Fuck)

I know my real ones too well

Because I had to fall down to hell

To experience the pain of superficial life

Hey come on turn this shit up

Turn this shit up

Let's go

I'm straight, that's great

Yeah, it's too late

It's over, bulldozer

Everybody wanna be a big chauffeur

Put my bae in a box

Get in bae's box (Okay what)

Ayo when I pull up on the block when an opp's

Gonna be there, they're gonna be scared

Of me because I got a glock (pa pa)

Gonna show 'em what it is

Show 'em all my rizz

One day I'm gonna- (okay can we-)

Better be worried on the streets you know I'm sensitive

I wear my copper all around on my neck and wrists

Holy shit we need to hit up Fireman Sam

That's awesome that's my name fam

Look, we need to take out this fire

We need to put out cause my bars are it

Are it

I ain't gay but I get a little zesty

Around my bestie; he's too caked up

That shit be swanging and I'm just praying

That I get a piece of that no I ain't playing

Fuck

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, my Jesus

Jesus is king, my king is Jesus

I know my place when I see it, yo

I've been to hell to and fro

But when I look at the sky today

I think Jesus is great

Never mind, put him in a spliff

Irrelevant myth, he's so shit

They say Adam and Eve so that means

That I can't be, so zesty

That ain't me

That leads to me

I'm gonna come through