Jayhovah - Jay Gudda, Pastor Troy

How many times you gonna fuck me up

I’ve been taking it light, but now enough’s enough

You gonna stab my back or gonna cut me up

Please hurry it up, I got a nut to bust, and I’m sick of talkin'

Any more lip, you can kiss the coffin

Any more shit, you can lick the faucet

Talk to me bitch, just skip the gossip, Mr. Cautious

Everybody know I overthink the raps

I ain’t dropping nothin' with a finger snap

Cuz everybody think it’s a thing to rap

But ain’t nobody really wanna bring the crack

Where my thinkers at

Everyone wake up, and just smell the coffee

Sorry Double A, I’m tryna tell the zombies

I keep hearing everybody talk Givenchy

But back then you were Abercrombie

This is why you all make me sick

Bitch take advice, or you can take the dick

My girl’s a bird, I gotta raise the chick, and I hate the bitch

Don’t like this shit, then don’t play this shit

Everybody 'round here got a game to quit, cuz I came equipped

And me and my brother gonna pray for this, like

Dear God, can you please help me tip the scale

I know I gotta lock it down, and I know they wanna ship the bail

It don’t take a lot to drown, but I’ll do anything to prevail

I got a lot to prove, and a lot to do, before I kick the pail

But Dear God, I don’t wanna be around the game

And I don’t like these rappers, because everybody sound the same But if you’re

by my side, I know that everything is bound to change

I think I found a lane, get the fuck from around the lames

How many times you gonna lie to us

I gave it a minute, but now time is up

You’re all some bitches that still ride the bus

And tell your bitch I don’t got time to fuck, and close the caption

I do not fuck with these local rappers

I do not trust any local rappers

And I am not just any local rapper, I chose a Jackson

Everybody else gotta play the back

Only one in my state that’ll state the facts

I’m throwin' out bait for the snakes and rats

Every one of ya’ll fake, I don’t take it back, and I came for blood

Don’t like the flow, then come paint the rug

I don’t like a hoe, but I date a ton

If you’d like to know, bitch I ain’t the one, and I hate the love

But I love the hate because it got me this

No pot to piss, but got lots of piff

Can’t cop a brick, but I can top a fifth

My page nice, Stojakovic, no stoppin this

Give a Rasta bitch, whole lots of dick

I will not admit who really taught me this

But just know… every night I pray to God for this

Dear God, can you please help me tip the scale

I know I gotta lock it down, and I know they wanna ship the bail

It don’t take a lot to drown, but I’ll do anything to prevail

I got a lot to prove, and a lot to do, before I kick the pail

But Dear God, I don’t wanna be around the game

And I don’t like these rappers, because everybody sound the same But if you’re

by my side, I know that everything is bound to change

I think I found a lane, get the fuck from around the lames

So what the fuck is up… Dear God, Dear God

What the fuck is up… Dear God, Come on

Don’t think that we’re done, cuz we ain’t though

We ain’t done 'til I say so, or Sue’s son got a halo

I look into your face, see a rainbow

And lately I’ve been feeling like Rambo

I rather sit in heaven than a Lambo

I’m 9/11 with the ammo, R.I.P to the fam though, killin' in camo

I’m the motherfucker that you hate to like

And you’re mad as fuck, but you take the pipe

Say you baggin' up, but you ain’t the type

Fuck famous life, I’m tryna change my life

You don’t like this shit, then don’t play this shit

Everybody 'round here got a game to quit

And me and my brother gonna pray for this