Ten Jesus Pieces (feat. Stalley)

God forgives, He's so honorable

But livin' amongst thieves and **** like myself

You will not have that luxury

I wake up excited, I made it through the night

Things I did in the dark, will it ever see the light?

My nerves should be a wreck, I got a bad chick

She keeps me erect, she loves my ad-libs

I think I'm a genius, hundred grand a fuckin' feature

I do at least three a week, roll up the fuckin' reefer

Went from Benihana to Bimini in Bahamas

Ten chains, no luggage, I'm a big timer

**** claim that they thuggin' when they dick-ridin'

My **** rather walk, do they own brick climbin'

On the block in my all white sneakers

Lord knows in my ten Jesus pieces

Pray for me ‘cause you know a **** doin' wrong

My homie in the cell, so I had to write a poem

Count mills for the times that we had it hard

Askin' for a hundred mill as I pray to God

I do this for my **** facin' hard times

Can't be on them corners if you hustlin' part time

Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties

Rakim flows, comin' from the Pharcyde

Blood diamonds on my pieces from apartheid

Quick to quote a prayer, pull it from the archives

I pray for every soul that this music reaches

Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces

Young **** comin' up, they wanna gun you down

Drinkin' vodka in the memory of my ****, damn (I miss you P-Nut)

Ridin' real slow on them all golds (We had them ****)

Shoppin' for them Os when the mall close

Reppin' for your homies when they all gone

Get empowered then you put your dog on (Real shit)

All black tees, ten gold chains

At the Super Bowl, but we in the dope game

Ten years strong in the same trap

Ten years blowin' on that strong pack

Lord knows that I wanna live right

But Lord knows what that Club Liv like (Right)

Forty dollar tab meanin' forty grand

Lil Wodie got it rolled up in a rubber band

Holdin' on the forty in his other hand

Ten chains on, smokin' in the motherland

I do this for my **** facin' hard times

Can't be on them corners if you hustlin' part time

Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties

Rakim flows, comin' from the Pharcyde

Blood diamonds on my pieces from apartheid

Quick to quote a prayer, pull it from the archives

I pray for every soul that this music reaches

Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces

I'm his poltergeist, **** know I'm more than nice

All these jewels on, all Moissanites

I could see it in the sparkle ‘cause it lackluster

Black card maxed out, damn black brother

White collar, black market

Chrome Smith and Wesson, back pocket

Eight shot, bitch I'm a top shotta

Screamin' your affiliations, but that don't matter

I'm flyin' first class as the snakes slither

Never blackmail a motherfuckin' killer

On trial and they wanna execute me

It's really sad, just the fact they never knew me

True G to the core, feel my texture

A true G keeps it raw in his lecture

Keep it simple, white tee, new sneakers

Dope boy style, ten Jesus pieces

I do this for my **** facin' hard times

Can't be on them corners if you hustlin' part time

Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties

Rakim flows, comin' from the Pharcyde

Blood diamonds on my pieces from apartheid

Quick to quote a prayer, pull it from the archives

I pray for every soul that this music reaches

Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces

Versace shirt, Jesus layin' on the chest

Man I swear Big did it the best, I mean

Nas did it fresh, Jay did it fresh, I mean

Ye did it fresh, but man Big did it the best

And I was so impressed that I went and got ten

Now I'm stuntin' on these **** ‘cause I couldn't back then

Rose gold, yellow gold, a couple platinum

And I wear them all at once, I ain't tryna match them

I remember bumpin' Mack 10 and that deuce in the corner

Scrapin' up for a sandwich and a soda

Now my strength is up and I'm danglin' chains off my shoulders

But no Jesus piece on mine, ‘cause at times I feel ashamed

For the reason that I buy 'em

And they say, because I'm Muslim I shouldn't think about the shine

Or even put it in a rhyme

It's better things I could talk about or put my money towards

But for now, I'ma wear these ten chains and floss

I do this for my **** facin' hard times

Can't be on them corners if you hustlin' part time

Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties

Rakim flows, comin' from the Pharcyde

Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid

Quick to quote a prayer, pull it from the archives

I pray for every soul that this music reaches

Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces

We untouchable