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Maxo Kream – CRIPSTIAN Lyrics

Maxo Kream CRIPSTIAN Lyrics, CRIPSTIAN Lyrics by Maxo Kream

(It’s a Crip thing)
(It’s a Crip thing)
(It’s a Crip thing)
(It’s a Crip thing)

Before I spend my life in jail, I’d rather die and burn in hell
Carried by 6 before I’m judged by 12
Pray at night like, “Father God, is there a heaven for a G?”
Jesus Christ could walk on water, I’ma Crip walk on the sea
Dodgin’ jail and makin’ bails, ain’t fuck with 12 at age eleven
Makin’ sales with digi scales, I been through hell but never heaven
Gettin’ cash was the motive, what a pimp n**** told me
I heard crabs from the ocean will crip n***** from the sea

I gotta make it to heaven, I been goin’ through hell
Carbine rifle by my bible, .38 on the shelf
Lost Money Du, Ghost, and Slow Groove
My dad and Ju back in jail
They charged J Money with cap murder, million dollar his bail

Weight of the world up on my shoulder, plus my granny getting older
She got sick and caught pneumonia, doctor said it was Corona
I hope it don’t kill her, pray one day it heal itself
She in a coma, I can’t tell her cousin André killed his self
He told me he gon’ ride, put my brother killers in the grave
But he committed suicide, took his life the other day
A hundred days after, we put my brother in gravel
I know heaven’s high, feel like my wins low
‘Cause I been dealing with these Family Matters

Codeine on my fuckin’ bladder, doctor say I’m getting fatter
Wealthy and unhealthy, if you ask me it don’t fuckin’ matter
Love me when I’m broke as shit, they hate me now my pockets fatter
They love me broke and bummy, got rent money now I’m feelin’ sadder

If I can’t get in heaven, can I least visit my brother?
So I can tell ’em ’bout my niece, how much I love ’em, kiss and hug ’em
‘Cause life without you is a struggle, I even had to scuffle fight
They say I sacrificed your life like I had joined Illuminati
They say I sold my soul to the devil for a crappy deal
That’s how I got that Lamborghini and that big ass crib
Fuck the Pope, can’t trust the church, feel like they all against me
And I can’t even trust my Locs cause a crip n**** killed Nipsey

Before I spend my life in jail, I’d rather die and burn in hell
Carried by 6 before I’m judged by 12
Pray at night like, “Father God, is there a heaven for a G?”
Jesus Christ could walk on water, I’ma Crip walk on the sea
Dodgin’ jail and makin’ bails, ain’t fuck with 12 at age eleven
Makin’ sales with digi scales, I been through hell but never heaven
Gettin’ cash was the motive, what a pimp n**** told me
I heard crabs from the ocean will crip n***** from the sea

Pray at night like, “Father God, is there a heaven for a G?”
Jesus Christ could walk on water, I’ma Crip walk on the sea
Gettin’ cash was the motive, what a pimp n**** told me
I heard crabs from the ocean will crip n***** from the sea

(It’s a Crip thing)
(It’s a Crip thing)
(Nah, nah-nah, not on this Earth)
(Take you with, wherever I live)
(If I get smoked before I wake, I pray the Locs my soul to take)