D Smoke, The Game - Cross On Jesus Back lyrics

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