G.O.D. - eLZhi, Monica Blaire

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