Jesus Dropped the Charges - Chris Crack

Yeah bitch

We was smoked out the whole time

We was smoked out the whole time

We was smoked out the whole time

We was smoked out the whole time

We was smoked out the whole time

We was smoked out the whole time

We was smoked out the whole time

And the smoke go crazy if the hoe don’t pay me

Put it in the trunk we the hope from the 80s

Best known for not playing, we do this for keeps

Blaze it up take it up easily, this how we do this

It’s less than a blueprint, more than a movement

I’m holding mine, holding my blunt lit

Run around, run around, talk shit, watch how the spark sticks

Creating a flame bigger than decks on a plane

But we just keep it for the rest of the day and a secret for the rest of my wait

This how we bang, this not a wave

We gotta get paid (We gotta get paid)

We gotta get paid, we gotta get paid

We gotta, we gotta get paid

I said, we gotta get paid

We gotta, we gotta get paid

We gotta get paid

We gotta, we gotta, yeah

Yeah, bitch!

Cutta, what up?

Uh, spaceships, bitch

Don’t even holla if you ain’t gon play this

Yeah, I’ll be done in a minute but let me just say this

Make sure you laugh in the face of the haters

They got you on festivals, off on these playlists

We gotta get paid, something delicious

Tryna get busy like Timbo and Missy

Up jumps the boogie, I’m tired of these rookies

She know how to cook it, mama on Crooklyn

Divided by madness

I’m tryna do better, just weed and water

I see why you bought it

Why they still televise lynching and slaughter

Try not to get caught up, my only advice

Wish I could tell 'em to fight for they life

People be sleeping, let me get back to just chiefin' this reefer

And bouncing they asses, you know that shit classic

I’m tryna get nasty

This fapping condition?

I’m taking these classes

Bad bitch energy, know I be sassy

Blue jam for breakfast, just tryna get naked

Don’t ask who I slept with, that’s not your department

You knew I was heartless, signing these artists

You know why I’m harder, I really been through it, and in it, back where I

started

Felt like I’m nothing, it’s all part of hustle

He don’t want the scuffle, I don’t mean to change it

You know how I’m bangin, capture my angle

I’ll let that bitch hang, Chicago be hating

They know that I’m dangerous, ain’t like how I came in

Smashing the scene, you gotta be there if you tryna get green

We gotta get paid till it bust out the seams