Jesus Arms (feat. Busta Rhymes)

Bitch, we back to bang 'em with heat till somebody start to partially bleed

They blood'll rain on the hoard, watch, all the rest will take heed

Always come to offer the cure with the best of the mead

Purer than the holy water that be blessin' your seed

Higher than a hiker that's climbin' a mountain of weed

Blessed like it's God in the flesh, you're not in my league

When I come to give 'em the food, watch how the people'll feed

**** say I'm the nicest, everybody agrees

Back to the partying please, I got some articles, read

Them dudes unstoppable, they do impossible deeds

Periodically, we whippin' the foreignest Vs

With a trunk full of money, drop the top and them breeze

You need to acknowledge the wisdom while I'm droppin' degrees

'Fore I paint a horrible flick once my monsters are squeezed

Don't cross the line in the sand, I do suggest that you freeze

While a minister sheds a tear, all he can beg you is, "Please repent"

A lot of you **** better start rethinkin' your top five

Know what I'm sayin'?

Fuck out of here

Huh

Ayo

Now who the fuck said they want it with Trust?

You **** died June and July, they summers was rough

Thank God my numbers is up

Snitches came outside from puttin' real guys under the bus, huh

You heard that? That mean I shot somethin'

I know you **** hate when y'all ain't got nothin'

I know you boys wish I hit the stop button

But your energy ain't strong enough to stop nothin'

I came up from carryin' weight

And bought a crib upstate by Darien Lake

Rumors that my future scary and great

Want a hundred mill' in twenty-dollar bills with Harriet face

Y'all boys is barely awake

I told the kids, "Stay away from Darien State"

Papi said, "Don't come 'round the area late"

Now the Rodriguez I meet with is the Secretary of State

Huh, we all gotta eat

****, I was just inside the streets with a lot of beef

I count money inside my sleep

I close my eyes and start countin' like hide-and-seek

Yo, uh

Comin' from a **** who seen it all

I went from cleanin' stalls to puttin' D on broads like Tina Charles

I'm somebody y'all need to read up on

I caught packs in the kitchen, hands outstretched like Jesus' arms

I sold crack but now I act in movies

I'm an actor now

They see my face on the screen, they relapse and go right back to usin'

Ain't no eatin' unless we back to movement (Yeah)

Act like King, still stomp **** flat like screens on Mac computers

I'm a boxer, a steady jab'll do it (A jab)

I'm a monster, I'll probably walk up to your car, finna Nash into it

I'm a mobster, it's Black Soprano unit

Black Sopranos

New opps, old pound, still shoot straight but the handle ruined

Uh, foreign drip and more to follow (More to follow)

Bet nobody get away 'cause we war with shit with four-inch hollows

I'm on trips out pourin' bottles (Out the bottle)

I'm on shit, swipe my card, shoppin' like the Louis store McDonald's

I spent the half before I saw a dollar (I did)

On staff, but as times got bad, it became more a problem (It got real)

I'm back triple, mama's boy a grinder (Grinder)

So fuck I look like talkin' cash with a **** who can't afford my barber?

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