Baby Jesus

[Intro: Will Ferrell] Dear, 8-pound, 6-ounce, newborn infant Jesus, don't even know a word yet, just a little infant and so cuddly, but still omnipotent [Hook] x2 Yesterday I sent up a prayer It was selfish, I was in the mirror Lookin' at my good features Lookin' like a baby Jesus [Verse 1] I'm too fuckin' sexy for my fuckin' self But I'm too fuckin' sexy for anybody else I got two phones so I can talk to myself Cause I don't wanna hear from anybody else These bitches lookin' like they wanna eat me My life a movie, these niggas' life ain't even fuckin' TV Ask around, I'm a fuckin' shooter Am I a nerd for drive-bys off my fuckin' scooter? I'm sippin' champagne like it's fuckin' milk I buy the bottle just so I can spray everybody else I'm standin' on the sofa in my fuckin' loafers Crockett & Jones, just know these ain't no fuckin' Jordans [Hook] x2 [Verse 2] I'm a street nigga, no backpack I'm a nigga, nigga, no frat rap I sold more dope than these niggas that be tryna rap that But I'm articulate with my words And have more experience to speak on that trap rap I hop on the plane with my firearm, I pack that Cause I be out of town When niggas see my gold and wanna get blapped at These coon ass rappers get laughed at Lord I pray for 'em, they're sniffin' their own trap packs I be movin' and shakin' with Cubans and Haitians Recruitin' and breakin' bad bitches who be usin' vacations I'm smooth with the patience but not truly accustomed to waitin' If I want it, I'll take it, nah if I want it, I'll make it I'm creative, creator, my life is a painting Buildin' and breakin' with the skill of a mason Not really be prayin' but... [Bridge] Yesterday, sent up a prayer now Lookin' in the mirror now Don't know what to tell you [Hook] x2 [Outro: Houston Tumlin] Daddy, you made that grace your bitch