JPEGMAFIA – Jesus Forgive Me, I Am a Thot Lyrics

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Oh (You think you know me)
When we rappin’?

[Verse 1]
Pray (Pray), pray
Pray you get comfy in your disguise (Uh)
Pray for my thots on the other side (Side)
Pray for my children I can’t provide, I feel 45
Pray when you shoot, it’s a homicide
Pray for my haters, they terrified
Nigga could kill me, I’m verified
But I’m still alive, yeah, I’m still alive
Pray that I end up like Charlize Theron
I’m so confused, I ain’t hard to find
I push you pussies behind the pine
Hope you get some shine, hope you get some shine
Come out the pocketbook every time
Feel like I’m shootin’, I’m shiftin’ time
Dressed in your grandmama hand-me-downs, pussy nigga
Huh, sucka, I’m prominent, I was anonymous
I been in front of you every time
This ain’t a bridge, it’s a collar crime
I put my soul into every bar (Man)
Into every verse, into every rhyme (Shit)

I can’t feel my face, oh god
SMH, no ASMR (Huh!)
Show me where the prophets go
Show me how to keep my pussy close
She said, “You better count your blessings for real”
Amen (Woo!)

[Verse 2]
Pray (Pray), pray
Pray for my babies, they doin’ time
Pray that these crackers don’t Columbine
I just pray that I peak before my decline
Make ’em hit recline
You know my shooter a proper dime, clarity
Nigga, these bullets get entered in clip
And go into the Kimber that hit your spine
Britney, this a sign
Pray you grow healthy and hit your prime
Ooh, I should pray for a better line
But I don’t wan’ make all my peers resign
2035, I’ll be 45
They say the church leave us all behind
Speaking in tongues like I’m David Byrne
Bitch, I turn a threat to a nevermind, nevermind
Pray for all of these niggas been lyin’ and frontin’ for company
Bitch, I’m a diva, no punk in me
Fuck you want from me? I’ll put you under me, nigga (Oh)
I’ll put your soul in a struggle bar

I can’t feel my face, oh god
SMH, no ASMR (Huh!)
Show me where the prophets go
Show me how to keep my pussy close
She said, “You better count your blessings for real”

Praise the motherfuckin’ lord
(Oh, dead-dead-deadly)

Hodgy Beats – Barbell Lyrics

You should let life
Life… have it’s wayward
You should let the world
Have nothing

[Chorus 1]
You want to have a heart to heart nigga?
They told me to play it smart nigga
I’ma tear it up and rip shit apart nigga
Hey, I’ma play my part nigga
I’ma go bar for bar, bar for bar, bar for bar nigga, yeah
You want to have a heart to heart nigga
I’ma tear your shit apart nigga
Bar for bar nigga

[Verse 1]
It’s rare that you would catch me off guard, blindsided
I’m just like Mike, Mike Will, Miley Cyrus
Close my eyelids, feel my iris dilate
Ain’t bothered by hate, I’m steppin’ to it
We face the fate nigga
Hodgy bout to build a conglomerate nigga
Make sure my business ain’t made with no concentrate
All the equities and the artists I conjugate, with myself
Most people come and intoxicate your circle
Suck the life out of your circle, then confiscate your circle
See what they did, man they made you hate your circle
Ya’ll some wild niggas, incidentally coloured purple
Tappin’ in your church shoes to the harmonies
SMH to the slandering Simon these
Shittin’ on your knees and swallow all of these OMGs
Where does the road that’s golden lead
I hold myself and read I’m a mythology
H, Wizard

[Chorus 2]
If you ain’t speaking from your heart nigga
You can’t go bar to bar with a
Real nigga going hard nigga
What I’m talking I’m living it bar for bar nigga
Bar for bar, bar for bar, bar for bar nigga
I’m the king of Araba you Jafar nigga
French rolls don’t play, I roll just my part nigga
Ready to spark, g-g-going bar for bar nigga

[Verse 2]
You get your first cover in [?]
We bout to see how fucking hungry you are (you are)
About how much about this money you are (you are)
You wrote it so fraudulent but becoming a star
I rhyme for my niggas
When it’s beefing that don’t meaning running to the car
Unlocking my door, hearing engine roar, pedal to the floor
I thought he had they back man, what he leave them for?
They say heaven’s on the same level as the devil’s door
I keep pressing number 7 on the elevator
Fuck them niggas and they set, that’s what you tell a hater
It’s cliche to say we going up like escalators
Niggas want a copy, us and fucking automate us
I’ll just write a solo while they fucking huddle up
If niggas talking just because man I’mma shut em up
It’s all a game in their head, I’ll let em run amok
Remember the game is over once the buzzer bust