Steve Rusch - Young Jesus lyrics

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Steve Rusch - Young Jesus lyrics

[Intro: Logic] What up Bobby This that 95 sh** right here Take 'em back to the 90s! [Verse 1: Logic] Okay, now take a trip inside my mind like you was off to Venice It's me and B-I-G L-N-B-O cookin' like chemists Take them back to way back when like Dennis, The Menace Causin' mayhem on the come up like a young apprentice Smokin' weed and gettin' higher than a flight attendant Hip-hop descendant, gold Jesus on my pendant Got to pull it out for everyone that's in attendance Okay, back in the day as a College Park tenant Still can't believe I didn't get a shorty pregnant Man, that's the definition of a life sentence A whole lot of beef, no bread, no lettuce Cause I couldn't keep it in my briefs, man that's pathetic f** all that back and forth, this ain't a game of tennis I'll be in my mothaf**in' chamber like the senate Scared to go outside but I know I can't prevent it I'm, forever alone in my mind See I'm a self diagnosed hypochondriac Either at the crib, or on the tour bus is where you'll find me at Yeah, I know that I'm livin' like I got it okay, yeah But I swear that I'm not that neurotic over here, yeah [Hook] Over here, over here Over here, over here Over here, over here Over here, over here [Verse 2: Big Lenbo] Ayo, f** all that, it's the fat young Jesus Flow prestigious Stackin' money and playin' the field man like Regis Better believe us or leave us Grabbin' your b**h's cleavage like, oo-ah I went from surveyin' to Super Saiyan slayin' the man b**hes want an autograph, I sign them titties in crayon Like goddamn It's me and B-I-G-L-N-B-O cookin' like chemists Posted in the club in baggy jeans and a beanie Sippin' on a martini, takin' my pick at b**hes like eenie meenie I'm unscannable, young cannibal Eat wack MCs like Hannibal Cause Joe Pesci's my spirit animal [Hook] Over here, over here Over here, over here Over here, over here Over here, over here [Verse 3: Logic & Big Lenbo] Okay the flow delicious, bounty huntin' like Sid Vicious The young Spiegle, interstellar with my retrieval Furthest from evil, I throw this sh** back like medieval I spit at it like a Beretta You know I get better by givin' the people Not a f** given, check the method, that's how we livin' Always been driven, out of sight and yet never hidden The Return of the Jedi b**h I bet I do the show and catch a red eye Ho I said I leave 'em dead, I know I do This sh** is overduePa** me the fifth and I'm comin' through The B-I-G-L-E-N-B-O on the way to Rio Ay dios mio, lookin' for a Latin Leo To hold a brother down like the white man f** that, n***a Ayo enough's enough, man of my word, I never bluff Even in a pair of cuffs know we always keep it real Like goddamn, don't even step like I ain't the man I'm just 301 reppin', second I step in Maryland I gotta conceal it like a murder weapon I kept in the glove, Ratt Pack you know it's all love We the realest so f** you if you ain't feel this Throw a Molotov in your crib And tell them b**hes to bill us, we the illest Finger f** a critic sh** is darker than The Chronicles of Riddick Yes I did it, while they bit it, you know we got it Smack you with the palm, save the back for your mom Sound the alarm, you know we got it goin' on

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