text: Baby Jesus
  Baby Jesus
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  Look
  Feeling like a god when I walk in the building
  I dont give a fuck bout who feel me 
  I really dont care who ahead of me
  Yall just trying to be local celebrities
  Switching lanes with the thing, keep it next to me
  Shit I rob, Ima serve em
  My foot on the gas and Im swervin
  I be pulling out fast like a virgin
  Oh
  Baby Jesus
  Baby Jesus
  Man, these bitch niggas was dabbing in the club the other night
  Yeah, yeah
  Bitch ass niggas spilled their drink all over my arm, man
  Look
  Feeling like a god when I walk in the building
  I dont give a fuck bout who feel me 
  I really dont care who ahead of me
  Yall just trying to be local celebrities
  Switching lanes with the thing, keep it next to me
  Shit I rob, Ima serve em
  My foot on the gas and Im swervin
  I be pulling out fast like a virgin
  Yall niggas boring, I cant relate
  Cashed out on the forum with paper plates
  Walked out with the title like Golden State
  It feel like I just won the finals
  And I put that shit on the Bible
  Please excuse my language, but I cannot tame it
  I knew how to cuss back when I was a baby
  My mama was workin, my uncles done raise me
  I know that its crazy
  Yeah, thats my freak bitch, you call her your baby
  Im in the sheets laying down with your lady
  She rub on my chest and tell me Im her favorite, ayy
  To all of the niggas who play with me
  Dont ever think Ima forget about it
  I keep a pistol on stage with me
  You clutchin, we gon hit up anybody
  The second that one of these rappers try me
  Ima send a shooter let him catch a body
  Hit the funeral like nothing happened
  Just to double-back to come and fuck yo thotty
  Dinero keep telling me, Lil bro, chill, you was made for this shit, bro, you work for a mil
  My cousin denied on his first appeal
  Lot of niggas snitchin, acting like they real
  Just kicked a ho out my spot
  I made that bitch walk it out
  What I told you bout running yo mouth?
  I had to go put that bitch in time-out
  I do not think I was meant for a spouse
  I dont have the time, blame it on my ambition
  These niggas want your soul, they gon want yo attention
  Soon as you go broke, then that ho gon go missing
  All of the bitches who counted me out
  I take my dick, put it all in they mouth
  Fuck all the rumors, I dont even listen
  Off the computer, yall niggas is bitches
  How you a shooter? You dont got a pistol
  Whole lotta goons, but they only on Twitter
  Youre one to try if you want some attention
  I point out a victim, my nigga gon get him
  But Id rather get money, be positive
  No, you aint getting money, its obvious
  Any beat, Ima eat, Ima body it
  Entertainment for gods and the goddesses
  Nigga
  Baby Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
  You already know it
  You already know it