Servin’ Esham

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Part I: Servin'

[Intro]
He knows he's go to (Servin')
Don't ask him not to
Oh my, oh my (Servin')

[Verse 1]
I'ma rock this one for the people with no jobs
And the welfare mamas who be sellin' debit cards
Go to church next Sunday 'cause you stressin' kinda hard
Make you throw up both your hands and scream out loud
"Oh my God"
Lord, have mercy, let the preacher bless and pray for me
And I refute you, Satan, please stay away from me
Get your paper up, cake it up, and save it up
I can't give it up until I get a billion bucks
As the sun goes down and my top still dropped
But it really don't matter 'cause my Glock stay cocked
You can say what you want, and I still won't stop
I'ma keep on going 'til I get to the top

[Chorus]
Jesus, (Servin') Jesus, save me ('Tis the season to be servin')
Jesus, save me, tsunami tidal waves
And the world going crazy, we living in the last days

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