Cross On Jesus Back - The Game/D Smoke

Lyrics by：Cash Jones/Jayceon Taylor

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

Sober

Look

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 f**k 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 f**k 'bout you

When I recline

I'ma need a fee

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 f**k 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

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

One time 'bout to pull up

One time 'bout to pull up

Tell them n***as 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 s**t 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

F**k 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 n***as 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 n***a gotta watch how he movin'

Every picture got a n***a next to Judas

Every n***a 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 n***as in the church with us

This is Ye's Sunday service with killers and murderers

Must have heard us comin'

Don't let them n***as in the church with us