The Game - Jesus Piece (featuring Kanye West & Common) Lyrics
[Verse 1: Game]Tell 'em pray for meIt was God that brought Dre to meEven brought the nigga Kanye for meBless - but them niggas shot BigMade a nigga feel ashamed of the the city where he liveMake a nigga hate the logo on the Dodger capThinking back to that beamer, wish my nigga Pac was strappedBut I'm dreaming Las Vegas Boulevard, Afeni's son's bullet scarsEverybody king of Diamonds until the feds pull they cardsNot the deck thoughHip Hop was better off when it was just Dre, Scarface, and EscoMemoirs of the gold chainIt's a cold game nigga, Johnny ColtraneBlack Versaces with the gold frameNigga said he sold 'caine that's a bold claim14 had a brain that could throw flamesSo strange, have to blow they mind, Cobain[Hook: Game and Kanye]Mama forgive me cause I'm tryna make a living, hahThem niggas hatin' cause that Royce Phantom killing, hahNiggas shining like they hanging from the ceiling, hahMe and 'Ye killing (Something like my Jesus piece, hah)Lord willin', I see a billion'Til then, I let my nuts hang (Something like my Jesus piece)Throw them suicide doors upAnd let that Holy Ghost swang (Something like my Jesus piece)[Verse 2: Game]That's the crack music, niggaNever spit a verse cause I was making trap music, niggaI'm not an army, I'm a movementThe flow is water, Andre tried to Ice Cube himIce Cubin', roof translucentChick on my side tryna get my Trues looseWhen I'm talkin' 'bout God, she 'posed to bow her headNow she all on the blog, steady postin' 'bout her headGot me thinking like a father, is the world safe?Got me clinging to my daughter like shark fins in waterRocks in my ears something TitanicThis is my life and it's exactly how I planned it, damn itGod says everything happens for a reasonI seen four seasons at The Four SeasonsTake that chinchilla off, poor kids is freezingCookin' up in the same pot they ain't got to pee in[Hook: Game and Kanye][Verse: Common]Pieces on gold leashesCruisers, around greases make them cohesiveI'm the sun shining with God featuresDraw closer to a true blood bleeder, soul of a southern preacherWent from dinner with bottom feeders to world leadersWe throw the peace up, knowing the world need usEagerness to live life and see the bright lightsTo sacrifices we made it's sorta Christ-likeAt the after party thinking what the afterlife's likeHe paid for my sins, is it really priced right?***** it, I see the light, raw Stacy delightCan't deny my Jesus piece that’s so Peter-likeChicks crow for dough, get low for mo'A combo she end up at the condoAnother Jane Doe or a golden angelPendant on an angle, watch the chain glow[Hook: Game and Outro]
