Lyrics:
God is Great
[Hook]
You hold the gun I take the wheel
If you say go you know I will
And though this love has its flaw
We’re forever outlaws
You Messed around but I forgave ya
Why do they still want me to hate ya
Cause if im choosing to forget it
Why cant they just mind they business
Cause I’m stuck, stuck like glue
Cause I can’t I can’t I can’t stop lovin you
I wanna see my dawgs on the mountain tops
Them niggas only ballin when they album drop
I gotta line of cars wrap around the block
And living better than these rappers rappin around the clock
I built a golf course and a car porch
since everybody askin where your cars going
Mozzarella now its only tall cheddar
Most dope boys been a Paul bearer
Package the product then you pick it up at the Bahamas
Talkin them dollars how I touch it Come off as a profit
You leave ya pistol home then you on ya own
Cause lil one when its on they gon do ya wrong
See you nodding off on that fentanyl
If you not a boss boy don’t get involved (On God)
[Hook]
Life full of VVS Diamonds and bad choices
Young nigga dreaming bout tech nines and porches
It’s cold I keep my hoodie on
Glock 4-5 ready to get my boogie on
You pussy niggas panties showin’
My bitch say I talk in my sleep
I start park drive and put it in reverse wit my heat
Pistol taklkin back I think I heard it cursin at me
It say you better not fuck a bitch or write a verse without me (on God)
The streets left me scared nigga I’m bleedin but its concrete showing
So the karma don’t catch up wit me I keep going
Better come and get ya bitch cause she going (she on go)
this that straight drop straight drop
All these other niggas rerock
Call my nine Jada she kissin’ nigga d-block
Know some nigga out on the west they reppin tree top
These niggas still talkin like bitches I pray that shit stop
Ion wanna here ya opinion about whats hip hop
30 hanging off of my bridges nigga that’s hip-hop (On God)
[Hook]
They callin it Pandemic when it’s really life
The only way to separate the men and mice
Until you seen success you considered roguish
That’s why you see that nigga pull up in a lotus
He got the 40 on him up against his colon
Standin in the club and know them niggas rollin
We all gotta purpose and my people servin
All got some work in and I’m speaking murders
Still be countin funds until my fingers purple
Praying for ya mother but’ll still hurt ya
Smokin on a bag that I got from Berner
The bottles all black and that bitch a earner
Soldiers waving flags when they see the colonel
If you see the flash, then it don’t concern ya (on God)
[Hook]
