Dre Thompson - Black Jesus lyrics

(Ray Cobaine) All hail black Jesus He ain't shop at sacs neither Wipe me down to da sneakers Hatin on me, n***as geekin All praise black Jesus n***as need black teachers n***as hatin, no reason Celebrate, wrong season We love black Jesus n***a still black teed- up , ballin so hard , gettin Td , came a long way from gettin feed up Gettin free lunch , gettin free bud I'd watch da block when Roddy pick dem keys up All hail black Jesus Dey did not clone trap Jesus (Ea$¥ Pr0phyt) Let us give praise To the Afro Elohem sh** Halloween here everyday That's why they masked up with the Ks That's why i have to keep the faith, in Jesus Negro Cuz they losing souls for fame j**els and hoes Whoa you know I'm getting the most high Till im eye to eye wit the most high Till I and I live the most Jah Bless my life im not stressing like These other dudes i want the W and Double too Thas the Double tree and the Westin (Dre Thompson) All hail Black Jesus Got dese n***as looking squeamish Set it off like Latifa Boy I'm ballin, where da bleachers ? Listen to me when I'm speaking Steady grinding, why you sleepin' ? Only rockin wit my people's Need the money for the features All praise to the Black Lord Gucci free, he da trap Lord n***as better run it back This one here for my black boys All of my stuck in the trap Tryna get out but they can't boys Im smokin that loud it's a pack boy Workin till my pockets fat boy (X) All hail Black Jesus These n***as hatin what's the reason These b**hes on dick like it's season I'm changing the game like a season What's the reason they practicin treason b**h I'm dope you can call it blue magic In this game b**h I'm causing a havoc You a lame in the cage with a savage Bring that p**y, I make it a habit All this weed, damn I made it a habit f** a broad and the fame you can have it I got dreams of straight whipping a phantom I get ghost like dat n***a D Phantom This is something you probably can't handle On this beat Imma make an example When it rains b**h I hope you can stand it (B.Newb) All hail black Jesus They quote these words like Ephesians Praise be to God, he the reason That I might even give you redemption Y'all was speakin foul on the yung God Had me feelin somber, now I disregard All these faulty idols with the fake disciples Tryna snipe me while I'm goin for the title You got broads in Atlanta? Well sh** mine get mine flown from wakanda Bars be laced in vibranium Core so strong-adamantium Weapon X you just deadpool Chimichangas for the whole crew All I wanted was my damn dues So show some respect when we come through