The Blood Who Sat With Jesus
She sitting down
He like to go
He like the road
She like it private
He like it loud
He like the crowd
She like it silent
She like the movies
Filled up with beauty
He like it violent
Opposites attract
Opposites attract
Opposites attract
He like the gold
She like the flowers
He like the power
He's like the G.O.A.T
(To his homies)
He like to sag
He like to pour up
Be like his homies
They like to fight
They like to cuss
They light the smoke
She like to pray
She like to pray
She like to pray
He like to party
He like Bacardi
She praying for em
She like her gospel
She Pentecostal
He like, "You Boring"
She like, "You lost son, think of the cost of being a moron"
But how is it they side by side in the morning?
Opposites attract
Opposites attract
Opposites attract
Oh me, oh my
All my homies gon' die
My girl gon' ride
She pray, I don't
I kill, I steal, I lie
But still I live
I need to know why
My mama told me
Don't follow the crowd
But I followed the crowd
From the talk, to the style and fashion
I blast if they blastin'
My pistol don't jam and my heart don't feel passion for nobody
Nobody's life is important except for my bro and them
Only them know how to go and sin daily and take a lil' baby like me
And show me how to stack a few M's
Like my last name was shady
I'm a K.O.D baby
My lady don't like how they raised me
She pray for me, pray for me, pray for me
She saying Jesus gon' save me
Well, why he ain't save me my homie when he wasn't breathing ok
He ok with these stray bullets teething away at my patience?
Ok then, don't speak of no savior
I savor these bullets and sure as I'm bickin' back boolin'
You talk to me brazy, this trigger is pullin'
My "Blood" game exclusive
I push it like teachers be pushin' their students
But still, my girl pray for me
Pray for me, all of my homies is dying to streets, rest in peace
And a piece of me wonders and ponders the fact or the reason my grave empty
Why I ain't 6 beneath gravel with .850 Caliber bullets in tact with my foggy lungs
All we done done is rehearse how to stick up a liquor store, hit the road, split the dough, repeat
I need a lady that's
Down to ride, rob a bank
How I'm gon' ball with a lady who need me
Every time we try to come up on ching ching
She wanna sit here and live off EBT
I'm just tryna get off the block like a Pre-Meet
She just tryna clap in a church and critique me
Opposites attract
Opposites attract
Opposites attract
Oh me oh my
All my homies gon' die
My girl gon' ride
She pray, I don't
I kill, I steal, I lie
But still I live
I need to know why
I told this boy do not
Follow the crowd
But he follow it anyway
Any day he can get shot due to dudes that he rock with
He walk round the city with tools in his pocket
I sit in the pew and I view the Apostles and Preachers
And each of em suited and booted
I wish he included himself in the Choir or Deacon Board
He adore streets and his posse
Oops did I say posse?
I meant to say posse
Cuz none of 'em ride for you soon as you cross em
See, He need to pick up his Cross, get to walkin'
He repping that gang more than he rep the God which is why he's alive
I reside at the altar, presiding a prayer
He was riding with all of his homies the other night
Something I felt told me pray to Lord
Later on he come back home with
A blotchy red shirt and hand full of blood as he rushed to the sink and repeated "Oh God, Oh my God"
I was calming him down as I frowned at the ground
Then reverted to tell him the cause of it all
I said "You too involved in the gangs and the "Bloods" of the street
You need Jesus' blood in your life
I been praying and praying and praying, but you keep on playing with dice
You been gambling, scrambling trust
And now look at you, yo homie dead and you haven't been convinced to stop how livin'
I'm havin' fits everytime you go kick it
The pastor mentioned you
I told him to give it some time
But yo time running out
I announced in a prayer
"Give an obvious sign
If he still actin' blind
God I'm letting you handle his life
Either bring it to Christ or dismantle it"
She sitting down
He sitting down
They sit at home
They like it private
They had a daughter
He is father
She is excited
They watch a movie
Filled up with beauty
Nothin' too violent
Opposites Attract
He like to go
He like the road
She like it private
He like it loud
He like the crowd
She like it silent
She like the movies
Filled up with beauty
He like it violent
Opposites attract
Opposites attract
Opposites attract
He like the gold
She like the flowers
He like the power
He's like the G.O.A.T
(To his homies)
He like to sag
He like to pour up
Be like his homies
They like to fight
They like to cuss
They light the smoke
She like to pray
She like to pray
She like to pray
He like to party
He like Bacardi
She praying for em
She like her gospel
She Pentecostal
He like, "You Boring"
She like, "You lost son, think of the cost of being a moron"
But how is it they side by side in the morning?
Opposites attract
Opposites attract
Opposites attract
Oh me, oh my
All my homies gon' die
My girl gon' ride
She pray, I don't
I kill, I steal, I lie
But still I live
I need to know why
My mama told me
Don't follow the crowd
But I followed the crowd
From the talk, to the style and fashion
I blast if they blastin'
My pistol don't jam and my heart don't feel passion for nobody
Nobody's life is important except for my bro and them
Only them know how to go and sin daily and take a lil' baby like me
And show me how to stack a few M's
Like my last name was shady
I'm a K.O.D baby
My lady don't like how they raised me
She pray for me, pray for me, pray for me
She saying Jesus gon' save me
Well, why he ain't save me my homie when he wasn't breathing ok
He ok with these stray bullets teething away at my patience?
Ok then, don't speak of no savior
I savor these bullets and sure as I'm bickin' back boolin'
You talk to me brazy, this trigger is pullin'
My "Blood" game exclusive
I push it like teachers be pushin' their students
But still, my girl pray for me
Pray for me, all of my homies is dying to streets, rest in peace
And a piece of me wonders and ponders the fact or the reason my grave empty
Why I ain't 6 beneath gravel with .850 Caliber bullets in tact with my foggy lungs
All we done done is rehearse how to stick up a liquor store, hit the road, split the dough, repeat
I need a lady that's
Down to ride, rob a bank
How I'm gon' ball with a lady who need me
Every time we try to come up on ching ching
She wanna sit here and live off EBT
I'm just tryna get off the block like a Pre-Meet
She just tryna clap in a church and critique me
Opposites attract
Opposites attract
Opposites attract
Oh me oh my
All my homies gon' die
My girl gon' ride
She pray, I don't
I kill, I steal, I lie
But still I live
I need to know why
I told this boy do not
Follow the crowd
But he follow it anyway
Any day he can get shot due to dudes that he rock with
He walk round the city with tools in his pocket
I sit in the pew and I view the Apostles and Preachers
And each of em suited and booted
I wish he included himself in the Choir or Deacon Board
He adore streets and his posse
Oops did I say posse?
I meant to say posse
Cuz none of 'em ride for you soon as you cross em
See, He need to pick up his Cross, get to walkin'
He repping that gang more than he rep the God which is why he's alive
I reside at the altar, presiding a prayer
He was riding with all of his homies the other night
Something I felt told me pray to Lord
Later on he come back home with
A blotchy red shirt and hand full of blood as he rushed to the sink and repeated "Oh God, Oh my God"
I was calming him down as I frowned at the ground
Then reverted to tell him the cause of it all
I said "You too involved in the gangs and the "Bloods" of the street
You need Jesus' blood in your life
I been praying and praying and praying, but you keep on playing with dice
You been gambling, scrambling trust
And now look at you, yo homie dead and you haven't been convinced to stop how livin'
I'm havin' fits everytime you go kick it
The pastor mentioned you
I told him to give it some time
But yo time running out
I announced in a prayer
"Give an obvious sign
If he still actin' blind
God I'm letting you handle his life
Either bring it to Christ or dismantle it"
She sitting down
He sitting down
They sit at home
They like it private
They had a daughter
He is father
She is excited
They watch a movie
Filled up with beauty
Nothin' too violent
Opposites Attract
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Writer(s): Jordan Lyles
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