Jesus Is The One (I Got Depression)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Woah, Kenny!)
Bitch, you better praise God or I'ma shoot, and that's on God
I ain't playing 'bout my Lord and Savior, I'm on my job
If you ain't a Christian, I'ma stab you in the face
If it ain't 'bout Jesus, I'ma hit you with this K
Jesus is the one
Hell yeah, praise Jesus Christ, nigga, free Palestine, free Tay-K
This the trap game, Abraham Lincoln, four score and 16 bars ago
R.I.P. Betty White, she ain't dead but for when she die 'cause I know it's coming up
(Woah, Kenny!)
Ayy, lil' bitch, how you not gon' fuck on a real nigga?
Yeah, I'm getting paid, still late on my bills, nigga
Yo' bitch at my crib, I just let her charge the iPhone
Asked me if these diamonds, nah, bitch, these some rhinestones
Armpit musty, Reeboks dusty
My show got canceled 'cause white folks don't trust me
Now I'm in the strip club with glue on the bottom of my shoe
Nigga, that's how I do
Ayy, I'm stealing money from these bitches
I'm hitting licks year 'round like it's Christmas, I got addictions
I take the condom off and drunk my nut, it's delicious
I wanna get a whip and crash it into white-owned businesses
Ayy, ayy, nah, hold on, I got this hook
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I'ma dip my balls into some Thousand Island dressing
'Cause I got depression
I'ma avoid my taxes, then I'ma get arrested
'Cause I got depression
I'ma rob my mama and I'ma spend the money on a old Chevy
'Cause I got depression
Everybody know, nigga, you need to learn your fucking lesson
Nigga, I got depression
Ayy, shout-out mental illness, shout-out mental illness
Dude, if you've got a mental illness
Like, fucking turn up, dude, like, seriously, dude
Like, whatever the fuck you got going on, dude
Fucking, you're medicated, you're not medicated, dude
Like, seriously, fucking, bro', I put my fucking
I put my dick in a bag of Doritos
And made this nigga' bitch suck the dust off the tip
(Woah, Kenny!)
Bitch, you better praise God or I'ma shoot, and that's on God
I ain't playing 'bout my Lord and Savior, I'm on my job
If you ain't a Christian, I'ma stab you in the face
If it ain't 'bout Jesus, I'ma hit you with this K
Jesus is the one
Hell yeah, praise Jesus Christ, nigga, free Palestine, free Tay-K
This the trap game, Abraham Lincoln, four score and 16 bars ago
R.I.P. Betty White, she ain't dead but for when she die 'cause I know it's coming up
(Woah, Kenny!)
Ayy, lil' bitch, how you not gon' fuck on a real nigga?
Yeah, I'm getting paid, still late on my bills, nigga
Yo' bitch at my crib, I just let her charge the iPhone
Asked me if these diamonds, nah, bitch, these some rhinestones
Armpit musty, Reeboks dusty
My show got canceled 'cause white folks don't trust me
Now I'm in the strip club with glue on the bottom of my shoe
Nigga, that's how I do
Ayy, I'm stealing money from these bitches
I'm hitting licks year 'round like it's Christmas, I got addictions
I take the condom off and drunk my nut, it's delicious
I wanna get a whip and crash it into white-owned businesses
Ayy, ayy, nah, hold on, I got this hook
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I'ma dip my balls into some Thousand Island dressing
'Cause I got depression
I'ma avoid my taxes, then I'ma get arrested
'Cause I got depression
I'ma rob my mama and I'ma spend the money on a old Chevy
'Cause I got depression
Everybody know, nigga, you need to learn your fucking lesson
Nigga, I got depression
Ayy, shout-out mental illness, shout-out mental illness
Dude, if you've got a mental illness
Like, fucking turn up, dude, like, seriously, dude
Like, whatever the fuck you got going on, dude
Fucking, you're medicated, you're not medicated, dude
Like, seriously, fucking, bro', I put my fucking
I put my dick in a bag of Doritos
And made this nigga' bitch suck the dust off the tip
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Writer(s): Kenneth Charles Iii Blume, Zachary Channing Fox
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