Jesus Dropped the Charges
[Chorus: Chris Crack]
Yeah bitch
We was smoked out the whole time
We was smoked out the whole time
We was smoked out the whole time
We was smoked out the whole time
We was smoked out the whole time
We was smoked out the whole time
We was smoked out the whole time
[Verse 1: Nate Knew]
And the smoke go crazy if the hoe don’t pay me
Put it in the trunk we the hope from the 80s
Best known for not playing, we do this for keeps
Blaze it up take it up easily, this how we do this
It’s less than a blueprint, more than a movement
I’m holding mine, holding my blunt lit
Run around, run around, talk shit, watch how the spark sticks
Creating a flame bigger than decks on a plane
But we just keep it for the rest of the day and a secret for the rest of my wait
This how we bang, this not a wave
We gotta get paid (We gotta get paid)
We gotta get paid, we gotta get paid
We gotta, we gotta get paid
I said, we gotta get paid
We gotta, we gotta get paid
We gotta get paid
We gotta, we gotta, yeah
[Interlude: Chris Crack]
Yeah, bitch!
Cutta, what up?
[Verse 2: Chris Crack]
Uh, spaceships, bitch
Don’t even holla if you ain’t gon play this
Yeah, I’ll be done in a minute but let me just say this
Make sure you laugh in the face of the haters
They got you on festivals, off on these playlists
We gotta get paid, something delicious
Tryna get busy like Timbo and Missy
Up jumps the boogie, I’m tired of these rookies
She know how to cook it, mama on Crooklyn
Divided by madness
I’m tryna do better, just weed and water
I see why you bought it
Why they still televise lynching and slaughter
Try not to get caught up, my only advice
Wish I could tell 'em to fight for they life
People be sleeping, let me get back to just chiefin' this reefer
And bouncing they asses, you know that shit classic
I'm tryna get nasty
This fapping condition? I’m taking these classes
Bad bitch energy, know I be sassy
Blue jam for breakfast, just tryna get naked
Don’t ask who I slept with, that’s not your department
You knew I was heartless, signing these artists
You know why I’m harder, I really been through it, and in it, back where I started
Felt like I’m nothing, it’s all part of hustle
He don’t want the scuffle, I don’t mean to change it
You know how I’m bangin, capture my angle
I’ll let that bitch hang, Chicago be hating
They know that I’m dangerous, ain’t like how I came in
Smashing the scene, you gotta be there if you tryna get green
We gotta get paid till it bust out the seams