Jesus Khrysis

(album: From King To A GOD - 2020)

Woo, yeah
Yeah, woo
Woo, brr
Look, Machine, bitch

You gotta salute me (Salute me), I'm in rare form
I'm back in my Devil's Reject bag, you gotta rebuke me (Hah)
You gotta excuse me, I'm the new Jim Jones, Capo, and Louis
Don't fuck around, get shot in your kufi (Boom, boom)
I be rocking this jewelry, lot of supermodels try to seduce me
All from the shit I jotted on loose leaf (Hahahaha)
And she gon' bring her friend with her so I get a two-piece
I usually got the throttle and the Prada crossbody, I'm Gucci (What's good, nigga?)
I had rappers in my section tryna drink all my bottles like groupies
Ain't no rapper stopping my two-three (Not at all)
That's the zone I'm in, I write with a golden pen
But lately, I ain't even been writing, I just been going in (Go in, nigga)
They say the eyes is the windows to the souls of men
I know some friends pocket watching, plotting on the dough I spend (I know it)
No driver's license, I drove a Benz
Everything I drop an album of the year contender, here I go again (Let's go)
Made a few million, I barely announced it (Hah)
Rapping better than niggas, I can barely pronounce shit (Ha)
Getting to this position was like scaling a mountain
Now look at me, weighing money on the scale when I'm counting (Woo, talk to 'em)
We was really whipping them grams (Hah)
Really getting them bands, get my lil' sister a Lamb'
I came back to kill these niggas again
Lyrics written in braille, you gotta feel it to understand
So when they say "Who iller?", I'm like, "Really, nigga? You playin'"
You really must be his fan or ain't hearing the shit I'm saying (Hah)
Getting rich off t-shirts really wasn't the plan
But every time I drop, I reel in two hundred grand, nigga (You see the bag, right?)
Niggas try blocking my goals, I'ma make it messy (You see what I did there)
My OG told me, gotta kill a nigga you love, do it clean, you don't make it messy
Bells Palsy, bitches still say I'm sexy (Hahahaha)
Remember I used to go put work in, I would take the Pesci (Hah)
That's what we call the thirty-eights to make sure they respect me (Cap)
Correctional facilities can't correct me (Brr)

Nigga, Machine, bitch
Look, yeah
From King to a God, nigga (Brr, brr, brr)
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