Lyrics G.O.D. - eLZhi, Monica Blaire

G.O.D.

Sometimes I wonder who they pray to and may view as God
Is he who pay you great goose deuce 2k, a new J shoe?
Is it the fame, going platinum or being critically acclaimed
Cigarettes smoke keeping you tame
The drug game, a gucci belt
Shooting trick dice, the cards loosely delt
The coke line that John Belushi smelled
How the coochie felt, the gold chain
The ego that lives in the control brain
Th broken heart with your whole pain
Th bad blood that flows through a cold vein
Is it power pushing powder?
Sweet tooth for sour diesel
Trees roll every hour, diamonds
Cartier frames with the 10 on the eye lens
A fly Benz, the ill street raps setting off sirens
Maybe lives on the 'Gram
Guns that don’t jam, the taste of ham
A scam caught on video cam, damn!
Cause many die for what they was talking out
What do you praise?
What’s over everything?
I’m talkin bout…
G-O-D (Gold, oil and diamonds)
G-O-D (Gram, ounces for drug cells)
G-O-D (Guns, office and dollars)
Yeah, ay!
Tell me what do you believe in, is it (Gold, oil and diamonds)
G-O-D (Gram, ounces for drug cells)
G-O-D (Guns, office and dollars)
Tell me what are you believing in
Tell me what do you believe
What you worshiping
That you put over the air you breathe (Oh!)
Don’t let the things that you see
With these two eyes deceive (See)
Tell me what do you believe
That started to what you perceive (Believe)
What you should have or achieve
Don’t be like me
I almost saw that in a girl (See it)
Couldn’t keep her off of my mind I’d do anything (Gone)
She had my heart and soul but I was blind
I almost saw that in the world (World)
I was loosing sleep, up late not taking care of myself (Sleep)
Creating something for my fans to think and appreciate
I knew this younger from around the way
Down to stay active to get some paper
Would climb a fire escape or hop gaze to pull of a caper
School was never priority nor was he forced to go
Normally, every morning he stuck in court, moving accordingly
Served his mother but paid the rent
He recalling court hopping with ballers
And all the windows on the Escalate were tint
That’s why he just wanted some wheels
Filled with pills, dollar bills, grills, thrills, shawty was skills
The he banged her out of her heals
Neck and wrist, some chills
Make it hot with the mixtapes, speak on all of his deals
Who he clicks with and who he kills
Watching circle the city through titty clubs
To the pretty side of town, back to the gritty part
He can’t outsmart the witty
His enemies hurt the worst
He snitched on himself in a verse
The’ll find him and let it burst
If police don’t get to him first, damn!
'Cause many die for what they was talking out
What do you praise, what’s over everything?
I’m talkin' bout…
G-O-D (Gold, oil and diamonds)
G-O-D (Gram, ounces for drug cells)
G-O-D (Guns, office and dollars, yeah, ay)
Tell me what do you believe in, is it (Gold, oil and diamonds)
G-O-D (Gram, ounces for drug cells)
G-O-D (Guns, office and dollars)
Tell me what are you believing in
Shit, I remember when all you had to have was good old dick
Now these girls want every motherfucking think
I remember when all you could have was G-O-D;
good old dick
They want everything now
G-O-D, shit that’s what a bitch want
Every motherfucking thing
Shawty don’t even know what God is no more
Bitch told me «I want the purse with the boots»
I was like «Bitch, who told you I was getting the purse?»
Yeah man, G-O-D, dawg time done changed
It’s good that we’re talking about God, though
shit done played out
, niggas ain’t wearing Guess no more
True Religion, two for 50
G-O-D ain’t nothing like good old dice game
G-O-D ain’t nothing like a woman with a good old deep throat