Help Me Jesus – YFG FATSO Lyrics
Help me, Jesus, talk to me please
They said my truth too bad, thank God, I don't believe
Opps still ain't stain us, ridin' high, spilled my weed
He died before I could go call him, it hurt when I breathe
You died, but ain't solvin' my problem, now, that's all on me
Tears fall out my eyes when I'm ridin' 'round, I got low self-esteem
Coulda cried, but I end up just slidin', I want some more to bleed
You wanted my spot, I'ma show you the pain that come when you tryna be me
I lift up the roller, I'm goin' insane
It's me who control it, make 'еm slide and go get a brain
If it blow, then I'll put еverythin' on the line, I'll slide or go out with a bang
I can't beat that law from the jails to the door, then it's my job keepin' her straight
It's my job go gettin' paid, it's my job savin' the day
It's my job clearin' up the rain, it's my job take all the pain
I know I'll be havin' my brother on point, have nobody end up like the gang
Please tell me that shit was a lie, I don't wanna hear that 'cause I can't
Tryna stay out the past, I been out once again
You went back on your word,I'm your brother, just give me a minute
Glass when I'm blowin' 'em, but how I get it, for me, then for real, I spin it
We fuck with the same bitch, I'm on the same shit, at night time, I'm fishin'
I want niggas dead, don't forget it
Watch everybody go, I'll be happy
My big brother died, I remember the day I was with him, that shit still drag me
I put in my twitch, tried to be legit, why the fuck is my shit still nappy?
Long live Drills, we do big drills, on the opps, I'll get flashy
8K in my jeans and my jacket
Go broke and they still wouldn't pass me
I do what I want, I'm a savage
Humble guy, bro, I'm not like the last me
Put the gang and my name on yo' ass cheek
Make it known to the world that you love me
Hate when shit start to rot and they nag me
See no real competition above me
If you ask me what I need, I'ma say some weed and money
He died when he played with the team, he was still a teen and bummy
The first of the war put him down on his ass when he had to be rushed
Let me tell the truth about why we ain't last,I ain't try to be nothin'
I see the apologies comin', fucked up, you don't even try to be hustlin'
Too soon I had a lot of me comin'
My bank account favorite lottery numbers
Tell me you have it, they leave, I don't know what it mean, I'ma act like the Martians is comin'
Can't even think, but I'm Z, bitch, I'm gettin' fried, I love it
Help me, Jesus, talk to me please
They said my truth too bad, thank God, I don't believe
Opps still ain't stain us, ridin' high, spilled my weed
He died before I could go call him, it hurt when I breathe
You died, but ain't solvin' my problem, now, that's all on me
Tears fall out my eyes when I'm ridin' 'round, I got low self-esteem
Coulda cried, but I end up just slidin', I want some more to bleed
You wanted my spot, I'ma show you the pain that come when you tryna be me
Help me, Jesus, talk to me please
They said my truth too bad, thank God, I don't believe
Opps still ain't stain us, ridin' high, spilled my weed
He died before I could go call him, it hurt when I breathe
You died, but ain't solvin' my problem, now, that's all on me
Tears fall out my eyes when I'm ridin' 'round, I got low self-esteem
Coulda cried, but I end up just slidin', I want some more to bleed
You wanted my spot, I'ma show you the pain that come when you tryna be me
Help Me Jesus, de YFG FATSO, do álbum Sanity Evaded (July 9, 2026), leva fé e dor a versos cruéis sobre sobrevivência urbana.
