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Jesus Piece- The Game (Feat. Kanye West And Common) Lyrics
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Game
The Game
Vocals
Common
Common
Vocals
Kanye West
Kanye West
Vocals
Lincoln Cleary
Lincoln Cleary
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kanye West
Kanye West
Songwriter
Stephen Kozmeniuk
Stephen Kozmeniuk
Songwriter
J. Taylor
J. Taylor
Songwriter
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Songwriter
Zale Epstein
Zale Epstein
Songwriter
Brett Ryan Kruger
Brett Ryan Kruger
Songwriter
Lonnie Lynn
Lonnie Lynn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stephen Kozmeniuk
Stephen Kozmeniuk
Producer
Anna Ugarte
Anna Ugarte
Assistant Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Geoff Gibbs
Geoff Gibbs
Recording Engineer
Rob Kinelski
Rob Kinelski
Recording Engineer
Ruben Rivera
Ruben Rivera
Recording Engineer
Steve Daniel Baughman
Steve Daniel Baughman
Mixing Engineer
The Maven Boys
The Maven Boys
Producer

Lyrics

Tell 'em pray for me It was God that brought Dre to me Even brought the nigga Kanye for me Bless - but them niggas shot Big Made a nigga feel ashamed of the the city where he live Make a nigga hate the logo on the Dodger cap Thinking back to that beamer, wish my nigga Pac was strapped But I'm dreaming Las Vegas Boulevard, Afeni's son's bullet scars Everybody king of Diamonds until the feds pull they cards Not the deck though Hip Hop was better off when it was just Dre, Scarface, and Esco Memoirs of the gold chain It's a cold game nigga, Johnny Coltrane Black Versaces with the gold frame Nigga said he sold 'caine that's a bold claim 14 had a brain that could throw flames So strange, have to blow they mind, Cobain Mama forgive me cause I'm tryna make a living, hah Them niggas hatin' cause that Royce Phantom killing, hah Niggas shining like they hanging from the ceiling, hah Me and 'Ye killing (Something like my Jesus piece, hah) Lord willin', I see a billion 'Til then, I let my nuts hang (Something like my Jesus piece) Throw them suicide doors up And let that Holy Ghost swang (Something like my Jesus piece) That's the crack music, nigga Never spit a verse cause I was making trap music, nigga I'm not an army, I'm a movement The flow is water, Andre tried to Ice Cube him Ice Cubin', roof translucent Chick on my side tryna get my Trues loose When I'm talkin' 'bout God, she 'posed to bow her head Now she all on the blog, steady postin' 'bout her head Got me thinking like a father, is the world safe? Got me clinging to my daughter like shark fins in water Rocks in my ears something Titanic This is my life and it's exactly how I planned it, damn it God says everything happens for a reason I seen four seasons at The Four Seasons Take that chinchilla off, poor kids is freezing Cookin' up in the same pot they ain't got to pee in Mama forgive me cause I'm tryna make a living, hah Them niggas hatin' cause that Royce Phantom killing, hah Niggas shining like they hanging from the ceiling, hah Me and 'Ye killing (Something like my Jesus piece, hah) Lord willin', I see a billion 'Til then, I let my nuts hang (Something like my Jesus piece) Throw them suicide doors up And let that Holy Ghost swang (Something like my Jesus piece) Pieces on gold leashes Cruisers, around greases make them cohesive I'm the sun shining with God features Draw closer to a true blood bleeder, soul of a southern preacher Went from dinner with bottom feeders to world leaders We throw the peace up, knowing the world need us Eagerness to live life and see the bright lights To sacrifices we made it's sorta Christ-like At the after party thinking what the afterlife's like He paid for my sins, is it really priced right? Fuck it, I see the light, raw Stacy delight Can't deny my Jesus piece that's so Peter-like Chicks crow for dough, get low for mo' A combo she end up at the condo Another Jane Doe or a golden angel Pendant on an angle, watch the chain glow Mama forgive me cause I'm tryna make a living, hah Them niggas hatin' cause that Royce Phantom killing, hah Niggas shining like they hanging from the ceiling, hah Me and 'Ye killing (Something like my Jesus piece, hah) Lord willin', I see a billion 'Til then, I let my nuts hang (Something like my Jesus piece) Throw them suicide doors up And let that Holy Ghost swang (Something like my Jesus piece)
Writer(s): Jayceon Taylor, Stephen Noel Kozmeniuk, Stanley Bernard Benton, Zale Epstein, Brett Ryan Kruger, Matthew Samuels, Lonnie Lyn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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