Passion of the Christ
Money on my mind, what's a king to a God?
Money on my mind, what's a king to a God?
Money on my mind, what's a king to a God?
Is you down to ride?
Pull up, and we gon slide
If you do the crime then you gotta do the time
I ain't tryna die, can I live to 25?
I been contemplating, had a date with
She said, nigga you ight
Boy just go and live yo life
I ain't never did no coke, you can read between the lines
I ain't bangin with the locs, ain't no beefin with these signs
When you addin up these hunnids
It ain't math, this shit is science
They subtract and leave you hungry just right after you done signed
Two years later cut you off, now you back to the grind
These is facts, I ain't lyin
This is rap, in my bag
Painting pictures with these lines
Turn this paper to a shrine
Life's a beach without no shine
Don't you worry, you'll do fine
Say your prayers before you sleep
It's eleven after nine
This the passion of the christ
Okay fuck it, man I tried, wait
What's a king to a God, wait
I feel like Jigga back in 98
Good kids steady boosting up the crime rate
Ten years from now me and
Got a blind date
But what's a king to a God?
Money on my mind, what's a king to a God?
Money on my mind, what's a king to a God?
Is you down to ride?
Pull up, and we gon slide
If you do the crime then you gotta do the time
I ain't tryna die, can I live to 25?
I been contemplating, had a date with
She said, nigga you ight
Boy just go and live yo life
I ain't never did no coke, you can read between the lines
I ain't bangin with the locs, ain't no beefin with these signs
When you addin up these hunnids
It ain't math, this shit is science
They subtract and leave you hungry just right after you done signed
Two years later cut you off, now you back to the grind
These is facts, I ain't lyin
This is rap, in my bag
Painting pictures with these lines
Turn this paper to a shrine
Life's a beach without no shine
Don't you worry, you'll do fine
Say your prayers before you sleep
It's eleven after nine
This the passion of the christ
Okay fuck it, man I tried, wait
What's a king to a God, wait
I feel like Jigga back in 98
Good kids steady boosting up the crime rate
Ten years from now me and
Got a blind date
But what's a king to a God?
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Writer(s): La Ryda
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