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

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Bitch, you better praise God

Woah, Kenny or I'ma shoot, and that's on God

I ain't playin' '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

He the one

This the trap game

Abraham Lincoln four score and sixteen bars ago

Jesus is the one

R.I.P. Betty White she ain't dead

But for when she die 'cos I know it's comin' up

Ayy, lil' bitch

How you not gon' fuck on a real nigga

Yeah, I'm gettin' 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 'cos 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 stealin' money from these bitches

I'm hittin' 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 dressin'

'Cos I got depression

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

'Cos I got depression

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

'Cos I got depression

Everybody know, nigga you need to learn your fuckin' lesson

Nigga, I got depression

Ayy, shout-out mental illness

Shout-out mental illness

Dude, if you've got a mental illness

Like, fuckin' turn up, dude

Like, seriously, dude

Like, whatever the fuck you got goin' on, dude

Fuckin', you're medicated you're not medicated, dude

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

I put my dick in a bag of Doritos

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