Jesus

[Verse 1: Vince Staples] Still jaded, still maintaining, still do dirt 'cause we still ain't famous Still stainless, that's more mills for the kill-makers Them A&Rs can't break you, that's a deal-breaker But I still sign major, I need paper Too important, give him a fortress, he don't need neighbors Youth extorted, they took it from me like Losing Isaiah Exchange shooters for parades, funerals when they parade us Just partake in the madness: computers and tablets Destroy human nature so people is passive Skip through the traffic and drugs that they package and slung To thе African youth, still established, herе in America Fear in they retinas, rear-views are regular, throwing down the sets up [Chorus: Kilo Kish] Sweet Lord Jesus, tell the polices to let a nigga breathe My sinning father's seed Got a semi by the seat; see, my niggas tryna eat Eat whatever’s on your plate, save some for me Sweet Lord Jesus, tell the polices to let a nigga live Chilling by the crib Like they living across the street, you feel it when the beat ride [Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt] I'm my mother's son, black pants sagging and the khakis flooded up Talking, get undercut Still sloppy, slurp the broth until he under something The frosty say to bundle up Got him jumping like the jury was a runaway Tell a sucker nigga muzzle up or get his huddle sprayed Show the cold weather, sun, the shade I'm under Pay run among the young and blazed in this tundra Tumbleweed smoke still rising off the drifting silhouette The fingertips and lips still burn a little from the cigarette Typa nigga like to giggle at the fickle threats Tires scraping the median, leaning like bicycle pegs I've been eating a light, spin to be easy alright You've never seen this, I'm bright We'd have been eating these light fixtures up Ice grip in this moment, it's still niggas beside 'em Who still stealing and robbing for meals for real Trying to sneak the cake up out the bakery quiet Dodge and evade all the fire Watch what you saying to sire [Chorus: Kilo Kish] Sweet Lord Jesus, tell the polices to let a nigga breathe My sinning father's seed Got a semi by the seat; see, my niggas tryna eat Eat whatever’s on your plate, save some for me Sweet Lord Jesus, tell the polices to let a nigga live Chilling by the crib Like they living across the street, you feel it when the beat ride