Point God

[Verse 1: Anoyd] If you ain't with startin' what you finish Then what's the point of startin' it way before the beginning? See, this my gin jam, my water with honey and lemon I never hang with individuals that don't see the vision So what's the point of speakin' my mind if you ain't gon' listen? The voice in my head could outweigh the difference You hear the sonics that I'm bringin' to the game, it's not a Sega Genesis Yeah, I'm golden-era vintage The money longer than it seem like Black women shrinkage Straight middle fingers to you, I ain't gotta splint it Oh, this my jam, isn't it? See, what's thе point in all this image that you uphold? These rappеrs delicate testin' me, everything I cut cold With every breath I've been very necessary with steps I ain't miss a day of therapy yet My mental health before anything else 'Cause there was dark days where I begged the man above to send me a text What's the point of bein' gangster if you ain't gangster when it count? We'll pick that gun up off your hip, we'll pick your mama out a house Hold yourself accountable for what you count, check If you wanna carry on this court, then pick up game, then you should bounce See, what's the point? [Chorus: Anoyd] So what's the point of livin' life and why? You're too afraid of pushin' over your pride (What's the point?) See, what's the point of bein' trapped in your mind If you ain't think about escapin' sometime? (What's the point?) See, what's the point if you ain't tap in with God? I'm prayin' for you, put the flame in you, it's not a painkiller See, what's the point of always cappin' and lyin' If you ain't never gonna capitalize? (What's the point?) [Verse 2: Marlon Craft] What's the Rod Strickland, the thesis? The root of your critique, latitude, longitude, peak? What's the finger callin' them out sayin' they did it? What's the numbers on the board that say if you or they winnin'? If when the game that they gave us leave you a few more plays And just wishin' that you had more time You feel you should've played different Swear I'm livin' through the lens of a wiser me lookin' back at me So every time I make a decision, I'm really lappin' me Worried 'bout the casualties of apathy Really care about shit, I used to do it bashfully But what's the point in not lettin' 'em know that I love Before I'm soakin' from ice meltin' on the shoulders I've rubbed This pride of mine won't die defined by lies designed to buy my time So I won't find me You gotta build your legs to walk the walk Before I came to the light, I did squats in the dark [Chorus: Anoyd] So what's the point of livin' life and why? You're too afraid of pushin' over your pride (What's the point?) See, what's the point of bein' trapped in your mind If you ain't think about escapin' sometime? (What's the point?) See, what's the point if you ain't tap in with God? I'm prayin' for you, put the flame in you, it's not a painkiller See, what's the point of always cappin' and lyin' If you ain't never gonna capitalize? (What's the point?)