[Intro: Big Hit]
(Jansport J)
It's a struggle, my n***a
(Hit-Boy)

[Chorus: Big Hit, DOM KENNEDY, Big Hit & DOM KENNEDY]
How can you believe in Christ in a crisis? (Yeah)
How can you hold onto life, feeling lifeless?
I finally seen the light
On that five point seven, when I squeezed that night
I heard the words from my reverend

[Verse 1: DOM KENNEDY]
I don't do much but stack chips and write hits
Get streamed by your bitch
Put smoke in the sky
Bumpin' do or die
I run the enterprise
Wagyu with the fries, champagne on the side
I'm rubbin' on her thigh, I forgot how we met
If we did do a scene, it'd be ratеd triple X
I like Mary J. Blige, gеtting a great massage
It cost a few hundred if you wanna see me live
Every time I see a car lot, I go inside
It's crazy that I got my own label like Clyde
It's crazy that I got my own label like Ja
You know I had a life before you, girl, why you cryin'?
[Chorus: Big Hit, DOM KENNEDY, Big Hit & DOM KENNEDY]
How can you believe in Christ in a crisis? (Yeah)
How can you hold onto life, feeling lifeless?
I finally seen the light
On that five point seven, when I squeezed that night
I heard the words from my reverend

[Verse 2: Big Hit]
I don't do much, the kid just layin' in the cut
Ain't no love lost, you see me with the thang clutched
N***a try to catch up, where I'm goin', ain't no fun
Where you goin' ain't no guns, ain't no hatin', ain't no lovin', ain't no zaza
No Hennesy, no Blood, Crips, no enemies
My frenemies act finicky, on L gang, I'm went in, G
Hit-Boy and Big Hit, yup, we in this bitch
You addicted to that real hip-hop, come get your fix
He grew up in bull spittin', I grew up in hard phrases
Gut clenchin', heart wrenchin', burnt out on blood spillin'
Stay on the mission, what the fuck I got to live for?
Huh, I guess the same shit that I kill for

[Chorus: Big Hit, DOM KENNEDY, Big Hit & DOM KENNEDY]
How can you believe in Christ in a crisis? (Yeah)
How can you hold onto life, feeling lifeless?
I finally seen the light
On that five point seven, when I squeezed that night
I heard the words from my reverend
[Verse 3: The Game]
I don't do much but yank the 911 clutch
Feel like I'm above the law, word to my n***a Big Hutch
I don't do much but fuck bitches you can't touch
The ones who pussy so good, you let 'em leave hair in your brush, uh
Pour some Don with my n***a DOM
Like Big Hit's last bid, shit, it done been some time
Let the Daytona spin like the shrooms
That a bunch of bad bitches took in a overcrowded room
I don't do much but smoke Gelato
Shiesty on like I'm hidin' from my family and just won the lotto
Heard Cardi single, I might slide, full throttle
If she never see it, fuck her, the n***a really wanted Latto
Live my life on the edge, broken bottles
Draco leanin' on the wall like I'm from Southside Chicago
But I'm just a Compton n***a with a attitude
Rappin' over my sixtieth Hit beat, that's Nip's gratitude

[Outro: Big Hit]
Yeah, Big Hit, DOM KENNEDY, The Game, n***a
Hit-Boy on the beat, killin' shit as always, haha