WWJD lyrics - Joyner Lucas

I've never been a gang banger with street killas

If I protect myself, I'll be favoring all these niggas and

I bought my first gun from my homie who tried to sell it

A 9 with a couple bullets, just eyes when I'm out here looking

Trying to find a job to survive so I stop tossing

Hop inside the whip and then drive cause i walk often

Stressing like a bitch, cause I'm tired of my Mom's apartment

I'm Satan in God's office that's.. (alright hold up.)

Shovels to my gravestone, kicking dirt on my coffin

Broke bitches with their hand out, cause they heard I was balling

Fuck me so good, went to sleep, woke in the morning

Six niggas in my face, Guns drawn with no warning

Pistol whip, stomped me and left me like I was dead

I had murder on my conscience, I was plotting on revenge

Circling the block like I know what I need to do

Before I cock the fucking hammer I said what would Jesus do...

Because Christ is not only leader

He was teacher

But not just leader and teacher

He was Christ the redeemer

Christ the restorer

Christ the deliverer

Hate's the only motivation, that's how real we made it

Guilty by association, you affiliated

Smoking Newports while I'm riding the Willie Mays

Watch you niggas turn bitch, there's nothing more humiliating

I wonder what my life be like, if I ain't had no hobby

Probably dancing with the Devil, moving like a Jabbawockeez

I just want change, wonder how much that'll cost me

I don't think I have a heartbeat I'm just.. (alright fuck it)

Tempest keep raging my mind, don't ever sleep

See my cousin in the cold, gave him a ride up the street

Blue flashing lights, pulled behind me it's the police

So my cousin reached in his jeans, threw the burner under my seat

They pulled us out the car, got charged with a loaded 9

Cause he told the boys it was mine, I was facing a 5-9

My Mama sold the car, bailed out in a week or two

Before I caught that nigga slipping, I said what would Jesus do...

Not that Jesus is God

Because Jesus never told you to worship Him

He told you to follow Him

And you see, Pastor, when we praise Jesus

He's worthy to be praised, we feel good don't we

But not enough, follow Him

Rappers on TV with jewels, we idolize them

Picturing myself on the news and paparazzi

Bunch of grimy thoughts, niggas never had no conscience

I've been looking for a jux being broke is not an option

I've never been violent, I'm shaking just being honest

Especially when my girl ain't working and we was starving

Argue every minute, fighting in a small apartment

She tripping just non-stop and I'm like.. (shh bitch I got to go)

Looking for some pussy to fuck just for one night

Get some anger out my chest and bust until I'm right

Met this shorty at the bar, she was working for some tips

Took me back to her crib and I was nervous as a bitch

Her husband came home and he was lurking in the crib

While I was jerking in his bitch, he grabbed the burner out the 6

Bursting in the room, cocked it back, from me to you wait

Before you pull that trigger think of what would Jesus...

(Gun shots and screams)

You're going to feel, the presence, of God

(Gun shots and screams)