C-Struggs - Go To Jesus Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
I can't keep, you know, gettin' away from this real shit
(Clone Free Music, Baby)
I'm twenty-nine 'bout to be thirty, I'm gettin' old man
You know, my music gotta sound like my age
(Put .30 in a new twenty nigga)
Yeah, I'ma kick this shit dawg
[Verse 1: C Struggs]
Homie I came up on tha' otha side, It's genocide
Boys dyin' tryna live they lives
You slang dope, shoot a jumper or you nine to five
Bein' a baby from the 80's momma drove me crazy
I wonder why she act like that, man I don't know this lady
So many days without a meal, boy that shit got real
It brought us appetite to kill for that mighty skrill
Young niggas wit' attitude, wylin' off the pills
Some was thuggin' in the spot, searchin' for a bank
Ran the lead off in that bitch, but I learned to thank
Now I'm cashin' out in banks, off the way I think
In the studio high rank, leavin' haters blank
God gave me what I got so he the one to blame
Cryin' shame, I'm still out here chasin' local fame
Well I know I kick that shit that set the boof aflame (On Fire)
But I'ma kick this shit until they know my name (Struggs)
You see that real nigga shit back
'Cause lady life got us on our backs
Young boys gettin' they soul snatched
I'm just a messenger who's statin' facts
Shit I'm out here everyday tryna flip a pack
You see my conscious for real though
But how a nigga 'possed to live, folk?
I just wanna see my kids grow
Without my young niggas movin' snow
That's why I daily hit my knees folk
I go to jesus woe, woah
[Bridge: C Struggs & The Crowns Of Glory]
I go to Jesus in secret prayer
Yeah, you know I do dis shit
I go to Jesus in secret prayer
I got a problem, I get on my knees
I go to Jesus in secret prayer
I'm just a nigga who tryna make it out the hood (For real)
I go to Jesus in secret prayer
Using what god gave me (Yes, sir)
I go to Jesus in secret prayer
Minus the sin
I go to Jesus in secret prayer
[Verse 2: C Struggs]
I'm still livin' 'mongst these same niggas (Yeah)
Codeine on my liver, 'round these young dealers (Man)
My boy, Love, said "Get yo' money Struggs, fuck a nigga" (Okay, bro)
Change your mindset quit thinkin' like these broke niggas
So like my partner Joe, I'm always talkin' money issues
A ghetto boy would make friends on some different shit
Just left the spot, now I'm on time wit' this privileged bitch
She love the dick, say you 'bout em boy [?]
I tryna drive me one of them cars I ain't ever seen
[?] and stayin' down and servin' dope fiends
All this bling around my neck dog, don't mean a thing
If I'm still in the trap touchin' 'phetamines
You gotta grow up out this dirty game, spread ya' wings
God don't want ya runnin' circles on the same thing
Gotta grow up out this dirty game, spread ya' wings
God don't want ya runnin' circles on the same thing
I go to Jesus, mane
[Outro: C Struggs & The Crowns Of Glory]
I go to Jesus in secret prayer
Ayy, Moe, I'm feelin' this shit dawg
I go to Jesus in secret prayer
This for all my niggas out here livin' lost
This for my niggas who know where they goin'
I go to Jesus in secret prayer
It's just the road is, like we runnin' in a maze ya' know
I go to Jesus in secret prayer
Sometimes it feel like we on a treadmill
Get on and leave boy
Every night I lay to sleep (Yeah)
Just let the beat breathe
I pray to the Lord my soul you keep (if I should die)
Why Not Hustle, baby
We thought you died before our way
Shout out all my rap niggas really tryna do this
I pray to the Lord my soul you take
Fuck all the niggas tryna hit a lick, we love this shit
I go to Jesus in secret prayer
I asked the Lord if I could leave my bottles there

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