Jesus Piece

[Verse 1: Milano Constantine]
Back with another one, hit you with a hunter's gun
Lyrical artillery, I ain't fuckin' with son
Moon and stars, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar
Mean with them hooks, pa, you sweeter than a Push Pop
What's them dirty looks for? Mad a nigga livin' life?
Five stars when it's dinnertime, that's the winners vibe
I'm gettin' higher than aliens in a spacecraft (Uh)
Not in your weight class, schoolin' niggas, here's your late pass
Watch the snakes in the grass, ain't got no vertebrae
"Cops increase the murder rate", nigga, that's what I heard 'em say
Got the stash in the stomach, had to regurgitate
You can have a ten-year run, do it a certain way
My niggas turnin' in they grave from all this whack music
Don't rush the stage like Cam Newton, get your act ruined
I'm back rulin', me and SmooVthy, camps losin' (Damn)
I throw the mink in the fire like I'm Frank Lucas

[Verse 2: SmooVth]
Ain't no funny shit, I ain't here to boast
Been on some get-money shit since Tony was wavin' a toast
Pablo was movin' the coke
Griselda had the Cocaine Cowboys and Tookie was formin' the loc
Danger to folks, trench coat, I been the G.O.A.T
The way he blow the color of indigo
Giallo Point, we here with the convoy
Hollow points rip through the door, your envoy
This ain't a toy in the hand of a little boy
Corrupted, they bust it, they make 'em little 'noid
In the favelas, we ride with the fellas
Bitches be jealous, it ain't much they can tell us
Platinum Jesus piece
Chicken strips, a six piece, fuck my bitch on silk sheets
Shit is filthy, the white milky
While the Earth on tilt, bench press until my arms built

[Outro: SmooVth]
Uh-huh, uh-huh (Woo), Medellin
(Shout out Giallo)
SmooVth