Chris Mecca - WWJD lyrics
[Hook: Suspect] I praise God from the am to the pm If Jesus had a twitter you could never send a dm Embracing all these angels and shaking off these demons You gotta learn to follow to become a successful leader (2X) [Verse 1: Suspect] Intoxicated since Mama water broke Watching n*ggas with bread while we ain't got a loaf That's why that flashy sh** for me is kinda hard to post I done came up from nothing, I guess we call it growth I ain't write it or recite it but I saw the oath I seen a n*gga with Heisman status start to smoke I seen my people gettin' sprayed so we all can vote And do my dirt all by my lonely, don't involve my folks Your pen and pad game is like Trinidad James You [?] rentals with the pistol, b*tch I'm in the fast lane N*ggas switching dressing different when the bigger cash came The truth is my opinion, got me kickin' facts man I always rep the turf, aka that's [?] gra** Hard knocks alumni, never used a hall pa** [?] Deployed right after boot camp—these authentic dog tags [Hook] [Verse 2: Dizzy Wright] See, I was project living, staying away from dirty women Triflin' n*gga, writin' rhymes in my dirty kitchen Mama at work and we workin' on how we schemin' These n*ggas thuggin' so sh*t, we was hustlin' for a reason We kept it, I wasn't selfish I was gunned down for my necklace And then I became a savage and now my habits make me reckless Catchin' seconds My protection was always keep a weapon They try to rob me again, imma send them n*ggas a message (Let ‘em have it) And then he got indicted for the violence We was runnin' He got caught I'm just hoping that he stay silent (Real n*gga, huh) He had that workers doin' time, and bein' quiet Paranoid, I wonder if that n*gga hidin' or he ridin' (Let me know) I got my thoughts together, virus to computers (Man I hid) Defeating myself, smoking, contemplating my future Learning from my mistakes Took my ways and made a way Found my connection with God so He protect me through the day [Hook] [Verse 3: Suspect] I broke the mold when I hit the soil Don't trust a soul, traffic court, gotta get a lawyer When from shrimp Top Ramen to fillin' up on oysters Went from Instagram likes to autographing posters Lookin' at my schedule I got a busy night Don't feel your presence, you ain't comin' down the chimney right Lookin' at my dogs brawl, it's a frizbee fight If it's beef, I Hopsin like Dizzy Wright I am Stephen Segaul I am hard to k** They stealin' recipes So I guard my grill Lookin' up to me, I know how a sergeant feel I got the juice protecting [?] so they call me steal I got these bars comin out my sweat glands Married to the game I'm not the best man They tryna get the cheat sheet out this exam I ball hard lookin' better in my sweat pants [Hook]