Cross On Jesus Back - The Game, D Smoke

They put a cross on Jesus' back

They made him crawl 'til his knees was black

They put a cross on Jesus' back

They made him crawl 'til his knees was black

Sober, look

How many people endure that judgment?

The steeple is meant to usher the presence of Higher Power

But the reverend desires showers with seven virgins

And hours of heaven, lustful pleasures

A couple C cups and the essence enough to keep blood rushin', I fuck with her

heavy

I might jump in her belly

I might summon her friends just so we all function like Eddie

I treat it like an animal plus the camera’s on steady

Do my damage then go scramble leaf panties like levies

They gon' judge me no matter what I do, uh

So I keep my halo with a peace sign.

give a fuck 'bout you

When I recline, I’ma need a fee, never get enough, I knew

I barely even touched my food, we skipped the appetizers

When I slip inside her, when I’m done, I’m like, «What the fuck I do?»

Now her head’s on my sleeve, my hand’s on her weave

She wanna stay and parlay and conversate over trees

But now I’m ready to leave

And now I’m just wonderin' where my keys is at

They put a cross on Jesus' back

They made him crawl 'til his knees was black

They put a cross on Jesus' back

They made him crawl 'til his knees was black

One-Time 'bout to pull up

One-Time 'bout to pull up

Tell them niggas stop doin' pull-ups on the stop sign

Assembly line with this Glock 9

We don’t toss that, tell her put in her purse

We live this real-life shit then put it in a verse

But this freak really askin' me, «Do them bullets really hurt?»

Can’t answer no questions unless you really from the turf

But I can put you on

See your curves from them curves that I swerved up on

Legs so smooth, the type of thighs you sniff a bird up on

Fuck the summer walker, no many how many times we done heard that song

Daycare on your back, scoop them kids up with the shirt that’s on

Back to the block where niggas active, no drama teachers

Pour O.E.

out for our lost ones and stay elevated like Balenciaga sneakers

Inglewood to Compton, Space Jam’s on, shot it out with monsters

13 to your back, Trispy Thomspon

K.G., I’m like the chopper had a conscious

Every nigga gotta watch how he movin'

Every picture got a nigga next to Judas

Every nigga got his own cross to bear

And that’s the reason that

They put a cross on Jesus' back

They made him crawl 'til his knees was black

They put a cross on Jesus' back

They made him crawl 'til his knees was black

This is Ye’s Sunday service with killer and murders

Must have heard us comin', don’t let them niggas in the church with us

This is Ye’s Sunday service with killer and murders

Must have heard us comin', don’t let them niggas in the church with us