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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 Super good 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 and 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, so I never get enough, I knew I barely even touched my food, we skipped the appetizers I slid inside her, when I'm done, I'm like, "What the fuck I do?" Now her head's on my sleeve and my hand's on her weave She wanna stay and parlay and conversate over trees But now I'm ready to leave And I'm just wonderin' where my keys is at They put a cross on Jesus' back SongtexteThey 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 only 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 matter 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 stay 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, Tristan Thompson K.G., I'm like the chopper had a conscience 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 killers and murderers Must have heard us comin', don't let them niggas in the church with us This is Ye's Sunday service with killers and murderers Must have heard us comin', don't let them niggas in the church with us Aus Songtexte Mania