The lyrics of Jeymes Samuel’s “Jeezu” featuring Adekunle Gold, Doja Cat, and Kodak Black predominantly delve into a plea for the salvation of one’s soul in the aftermath of various actions. Essentially, the song revolves around themes of redemption, the cleansing of sins, and the restoration of holiness.
Jeymes Samuel – Jeezu ft Adekunle Gold, Doja Cat, Kodak Black Lyrics
[Chorus: Adekunle Gold]
Jeezu, protect my soul
Wash my sin and let me fly
Jeezu, protect my soul
Wash my sin and let me shine
Mama, I have made my lay, no
Papa, they will know you name, oh
Jeezu, protect my soul
Wash my sin and let me fly
[Verse 1: Adekunle Gold]
Easy my road,
navigatin’ the pain and the struggle
Tears overflow,
in the ghetto ain’t nothin’ but trouble
Where shall I go? In the fire we burn or we hustle
Findin’ my glow,
but the light, you won’t see what it cost you
[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
I murder many men,
but I ain’t proud of my sins
We don’t even like each other,
for real, you know the deal, play pretеnd
With all this money made,
I thought it wouldn’t be a tragеdy
Now I realize my happiness all depend
I am at these niggas neck,
I had enough time to rest and self-reflect
I did enough for my writing in a pen
My soul glow like Haiti,
I’m a nightmare, baby, so crazy
They say I should be the one to dream big
Said a prayer for my relationship with my third kid
When he look at me like she can sense all the shit I did
Fresh off the bed,
I ain’t jumped off rappin’
Came home to the family
with the fam like fuck Instagram
Locked up in the box, you in jail, in the jail
Know that feeling people
got your ass behind the door, scram
From the project to a sale to a mansion to a cell again
Like, goddamn, could a young nigga live?
I’m fightin’ police, sayin’
he ain’t got my mill
Cold ass sale got a nigga turned pink
Been through the sink
Shittin’ where you eat and where you lay your head at
But it’s the only time you sleep
My daddy was a Rolling Stone,
but he’s still a legend
Wondering if a nigga like me can go to Heaven
I ain’t snipe for life though,
he ain’t never gotta second guess, no hood baby
My daddy said if we can’t beat him, get a weapon
Prison reform, no prison deform
Why he always gotta leave a
dang stain everywhere he go?
Nigga got my name in the kiosk machine
Tryna get me kicked outta the dorm,
so they can flirt with the CO
Z told AD to keep me out of trouble,
they believed me in me,
they knew my lil’ badass was gon’ blow
I’ve been on this road thuggin’,
runnin’ for a long time
I’ve been wantin’ to cry,
the Bible say it’ll clean my soul
[Chorus: Adekunle Gold & Doja Cat]
Jeezu, protect my soul
Wash my sin and let me fly
Jeezu, protect my soul
Wash my sin and let me shine
Mama, I have made my lay, no
Papa, they will know you name, oh
Jeezu, protect my soul
Wash my sin and let me fly (Yo)
[Verse 3: Doja Cat]
Yup, y’all ain’t know me back then
I was tapped in corners, I was backed in
They gon’ judge me only based upon the fashion
Mama taught me only judge ’em from they actions
Free of guilt, because you never caught me lackin’
I know they watchin’ me
When you got integrity,
there’s no room for apologies
Now they actin’ kind to me
’cause I ain’t in economy
Cats dogmatic ’til they see I got the dog in me
Oh, you mad now?
Oh, you hurtin’,
shawty need a signature
Pass the Kirkland,
I see she thirstin’, see me and they nerd out
I been doin God’s work,
haters got the word out
Y’all got an agenda, but we’ll see how that gon’ turn out
Many false prophets leavin’
brothers with a firm doubt
Father, please forgive me,
for today, they finna learn now
Put me in the dirt, and you gon’ see, I make it worthwhile
Mandela Effect ’em now, they’ll remember
Back strokin’ through my fan letters, I made the web
Fed up, turned a Charlotte to some pancetta
You up in arms ’cause I eat better, now be jealous
I’ll bring ya true colors front and center
Get you feelin’ fight or flight,
and wonderin’ why you don’t need feathers
I’m a legend
Trust the process, you won’t regret it
Make ’em crack, no arm and hammer,
it’s sorta like armageddon
Ain’t got no Fendi, so you offended
Baba Yaga, I’ma kill all you bitches with one these pencils
More aggression, so unaffected, you need affection
I’ma show you all the truth ’cause you gettin’ too used to bendin’
Over, Roger that ’cause I’m a soldier
Doja, all them cats, I’m your owner
Own ’em, all them bags, already stole ’em
Call Winona, if you talk to me nice, I might let you hold ’em
[Chorus: Adekunle Gold]
Jeezu, protect my soul
Wash my sin and let me fly
Jeezu, protect my soul
Wash my sin and let me shine
Mama, I have made my lay, no
Papa, they will know you name, oh
Jeezu, protect my soul
Wash my sin and let me fly
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