Jacob Price - Gospel Music lyrics

[Hook] Got the will, got the drive All I gotta do is stay alive They try to k** me, they don't like me They don't feel these beats and rhymin' This here's close to gospel music If you didn't know theres no confusion I am Jesus I am Satan You can't get rid of me cause you can't replace me [Verse 1] Adonde do I keep getting my beats from Quien ares you to think that I'ma flee from Diablo? I have discovered key to defeat one Not so difficult. Not for me to complete done Got throat in a tight hold. Awful frightful Thriller with no Michael. Come and get an eyeful Prideful guy so I don't stifle my shiza Freedom set an example writin' my own Bible I'm type writer on a tight rope Might offend you if try ta step into the inside of Mi cabasa is quit a trip with a pied piper Leadin' you with a lighter Get you higher and higher And elevate you to find a paradise and recliner Tighter p**y vagina leave your worries behind ya And while you leave it leave mine alone Jerry You kinda full grown so you need to get home [Hook] Got the will, got the drive All I gotta do is stay alive They try to k** me, they don't like me They don't feel these beats and rhymin' This here's close to gospel music If you didn't know there's no confusion I am Jesus I am Satan You can't get rid of me cause you can't replace me [Verse 2] n***a lippin cigarette flippin ash on you Stereotypical pa**ed onto bigger and better songs And after a long time awaited we done flipped it Forget what you expected poetic abyss It's eternally externally lookin' shallow But dive into me you'll see I'm the opposite of gallows I may hang in the shadow down creek with a paddle Always ready for battle And in a saddle. High ho platinum. Ranger go after em Clayton staight flatten em Tonto got his back in he gotta fat sack with him Hope you got match many people wanna roll it But, ain't' got a zig zag wit em Boo boo in the bag. And they coo coo looking sad Cause they buddha lookin bad They dude is stuck with some schwag And who the f** is the a** with chronic won't let you grab it Damn it I'm tired Of f**in with these f*ggots [Hook] Got the will, got the drive All I gotta do is stay alive They try to k** me, they don't like me They don't feel these beats and rhymin' This here's close to gospel music If you didn't know theres no confusion I am Jesus I am Satan You can't get rid of me cause you can't replace me [Verse 3] I am the judge, the jury. Writin' my own story Pardon me if I make it sound corny He who has ears to listen and hears me when I speak Let him take up his cross and bear it with me in a beat But, if ain't you ready to do that there Then I'ma qualify you as either dumb or you scared Rhyme sayer, dime weigher I'm way up on on a mountain top Hopin' to see you there and kickin' it when we finally drop Free fallin' with Tom Petty Free ballin' and sweaty With Will Smith cussin' and f**in' Betty Boop in the booty Heading to hell in a basket Ready to sell a soul by playin' a record backward I ain't exact sure but I think that it is accurate I am immaculate I am the master bate you with a faster flow than you can imagine So play it like 50 times Just to see if you match it [Hook] Got the will, got the drive All I gotta do is stay alive They try to k** me, they don't like me They don't feel these beats and rhymin' This here's close to gospel music If you didn't know theres no confusion I am Jesus I am Satan You can't get rid of me cause you can't replace me