Текст песни Jesus Musik

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verse 1
Back on the grind again
I know it's a little while but it's time again
For me to give you something that'll help you win
You wanna see the gates homey let me help you in
Pro's the name, wreck the game, free from chains, he was slain
I make change, you complain, if you fake, then you lame
Hold up, I'm a hit em harder than Roy Jones, I'm real homes
Here to resurrect dry bones
Yeah, I'm back with a stack full a raps bout to clap at anything
So ya'll should just get back
So spiritual, so lyrical, you should already know
You don't really wanna mess with Pro
Yeah I got a little dough, Yeah I got a hotter flow
but it ain't about that cause I rep the Lord
See they talk about glocks pop, How easy they make hearts stop
But if somebody make em stop, You would see they album flop
You give em that weak, You give em that fake
You talk about what you never really do
We give em that bounce, We give em that real
We give em something they can really move too
From the pulpit to the street, I rep God on this here beat
Put something in them there feet
Won't go to hell but I give you heat
Yeah, I would trash your album if you ain't putting Jesus to it
I got my top down listening to this Jesus MusikPro - Jesus Musik - http://ru.motolyrics.com/pro/jesus-musik-lyrics.html

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Riding with my top down listening to this Jesus Musik
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verse 2
I could swore I told you, that you don't wanna act a fool and break rules, we the wrong to step to
I don't really need a chop to chop up anything that ever really try to bring dude
I rep that cross, I speak to lost
Tell me what you really wanna do
I'm not Rick Ross, but I'm a boss
Check the resume' if you really need proof
If it ain't that Trip Lee, TSP, or Andale',
Or if it ain't Lecrae, CLE, Throw it away
Less it's that Relikis, nyte sun, or joint heirs
Or maybe that Oldhead, K Drama right there
A little Cash Hollister, D Maub, he raw, I don't think you really know that we this strong
Give me that Platinum Souls, Tru Saints, the list is long
Pettidee with a little side of Grits, double G's is who I miss
Soul P, Willie Will, Japhia Life, Knine, Holla at me, I'll help you get a hit
Divided we fall, together we stand, We push labels, Labels don't push we
We just gotta look the industry eye, Tell them that we ain't finna leave
Tell them that we get bigger cheese
Tell them that they ain't finna eat
Till they start put our music in the streets
If it's a movement holla at ya boy, peace

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