Crisis

[Intro: Big Hit] (Jansport J) It's a struggle, my nigga (Hit-Boy) [Chorus: Big Hit, DOM KENNEDY, Big Hit & DOM KENNEDY] How can you believe in Christ in a crisis? (Yeah) How can you hold onto life, feeling lifeless? I finally seen the light On that five point seven, when I squeezed that night I heard the words from my reverend [Verse 1: DOM KENNEDY] I don't do much but stack chips and write hits Get streamed by your bitch Put smoke in the sky Bumpin' do or die I run the enterprise Wagyu with the fries, champagne on the side I'm rubbin' on her thigh, I forgot how we met If we did do a scene, it'd be ratеd triple X I like Mary J. Blige, gеtting a great massage It cost a few hundred if you wanna see me live Every time I see a car lot, I go inside It's crazy that I got my own label like Clyde It's crazy that I got my own label like Ja You know I had a life before you, girl, why you cryin'? [Chorus: Big Hit, DOM KENNEDY, Big Hit & DOM KENNEDY] How can you believe in Christ in a crisis? (Yeah) How can you hold onto life, feeling lifeless? I finally seen the light On that five point seven, when I squeezed that night I heard the words from my reverend [Verse 2: Big Hit] I don't do much, the kid just layin' in the cut Ain't no love lost, you see me with the thang clutched Nigga try to catch up, where I'm goin', ain't no fun Where you goin' ain't no guns, ain't no hatin', ain't no lovin', ain't no zaza No Hennesy, no Blood, Crips, no enemies My frenemies act finicky, on L gang, I'm went in, G Hit-Boy and Big Hit, yup, we in this bitch You addicted to that real hip-hop, come get your fix He grew up in bull spittin', I grew up in hard phrases Gut clenchin', heart wrenchin', burnt out on blood spillin' Stay on the mission, what the fuck I got to live for? Huh, I guess the same shit that I kill for [Chorus: Big Hit, DOM KENNEDY, Big Hit & DOM KENNEDY] How can you believe in Christ in a crisis? (Yeah) How can you hold onto life, feeling lifeless? I finally seen the light On that five point seven, when I squeezed that night I heard the words from my reverend [Verse 3: The Game] I don't do much but yank the 911 clutch Feel like I'm above the law, word to my nigga Big Hutch I don't do much but fuck bitches you can't touch The ones who pussy so good, you let 'em leave hair in your brush, uh Pour some Don with my nigga DOM Like Big Hit's last bid, shit, it done been some time Let the Daytona spin like the shrooms That a bunch of bad bitches took in a overcrowded room I don't do much but smoke Gelato Shiesty on like I'm hidin' from my family and just won the lotto Heard Cardi single, I might slide, full throttle If she never see it, fuck her, the nigga really wanted Latto Live my life on the edge, broken bottles Draco leanin' on the wall like I'm from Southside Chicago But I'm just a Compton nigga with a attitude Rappin' over my sixtieth Hit beat, that's Nip's gratitude [Outro: Big Hit] Yeah, Big Hit, DOM KENNEDY, The Game, nigga Hit-Boy on the beat, killin' shit as always, haha