Zack Fox & Kenny Beats – Jesus Is the One (I Got Depression) Lyrics

Ayy, ayy, ayy

(Woah, Kenny!)

Bitch, you better praise God or I'ma shoot, and that's on God

I ain't playing 'bout my Lord and Savior, I'm on my job

If you ain't a Christian, I'ma stab you in the face

If it ain't 'bout Jesus, I'ma hit you with this K

Jesus is the one

Hell yeah, praise Jesus Christ, nigga, free Palestine, free Tay-K

This the trap game, Abraham Lincoln, four score and 16 bars ago

R.I.P. Betty White, she ain't dead but for when she die 'cause I know it's coming up

(Woah, Kenny!)

Ayy, lil' bitch, how you not gon' fuck on a real nigga?

Yeah, I'm getting paid, still late on my bills, nigga

Yo' bitch at my crib, I just let her charge the iPhone

Asked me if these diamonds, nah, bitch, these some rhinestones

Armpit musty, Reeboks dusty

My show got canceled 'cause white folks don't trust me

Now I'm in the strip club with glue on the bottom of my shoe

Nigga, that's how I do

Ayy, I'm stealing money from these bitches

I'm hitting licks year 'round like it's Christmas, I got addictions

I take the condom off and drunk my nut, it's delicious

I wanna get a whip and crash it into white-owned businesses

Ayy, ayy, nah, hold on, I got this hook

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

I'ma dip my balls into some Thousand Island dressing

'Cause I got depression

I'ma avoid my taxes, then I'ma get arrested

'Cause I got depression

I'ma rob my mama and I'ma spend the money on a old Chevy

'Cause I got depression

Everybody know, nigga, you need to learn your fucking lesson

Nigga, I got depression

Ayy, shout-out mental illness, shout-out mental illness

Dude, if you've got a mental illness

Like, fucking turn up, dude, like, seriously, dude

Like, whatever the fuck you got going on, dude

Fucking, you're medicated, you're not medicated, dude

Like, seriously, fucking, bro', I put my fucking

I put my dick in a bag of Doritos

And made this nigga' bitch suck the dust off the tip