God Loves Violence

[Intro] “𝘈𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘬𝘴, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 (𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴) 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳” [Verse 1:] Ay, I don’t trust no pig Cops kill a nigga in the streets Then don’t do no bid Oh you, Oh you, tryna keep me safe from Covid? Used to be a poor kid, now the smoke potent Don’t worry what a hoe did, hoe shit Poke her in both ends Most these niggas be rodents Nigga, you bogus! Pocket full of posies, nigga is roses Niggas want contact, Niggas want protest I don’t want no peace Niggas my sons, but I gotta be a good dad I don’t want no beef I don’t owe a nigga shiiiiit! Not, not a crumb I bet these fuck ass niggas want me to bite my tongue They don’t like what I say Want me to un-sing these songs I sung But you can’t take back them bullets them police put in your son Takе it how it come, yeah Eyy bitch Its Murd n’ Mercy Shе slurp, then burp me Make her twerk for me then ____ Smoking that bluegrass That’s perfect Yeah I preach, but bitch don’t church me Yall don’t be hanging with nooo hooooes Yall like Bert and Ernie Bitch you a bird, bitch be chirpin Bet she gon perch, whenever I’m sturdy Give her some ___?, give her some Burt’s Bees When she around rappers, she get real flirty Bitch, how you 20 think you the shit? Prolly be mad by 26 Burnt out by 31 Single with 30 sons She think Ima take her to brunch? Shit, I just need to hit it once She wanna fly Virgin, I put her on Spirit She catching the holy ghost soon as I hit it BOW! Chorus: God Loves Violence And bitches hate silence The rich hate riots But niggas ain’t compliant I find it odd as I’m smoking on a hybrid Okay you a mogul, what’s a dollar to a titan? If hers a plane, I’m a pilot [Verse: 2] I said, sometimes I’m a bed shaker Sometimes I’m a bread maker Don’t doubt your intelligence Cuz these niggas uneducated How do you sleep after all of them artists you fucked over? Usually the nigga who robbed you Be somebody who know you From your own hood! Or your family maybe Hating behind your back But in your face, they be animated, like Ugh, Bobby go tough Ugh, I got the stuff Ugh, call out your bluff Can’t hold me down Cuz, as is below, so is above Fuck off her makeup, I’m making her blush Hahaha, Eyy Some cows graze in the grass I just smoke the grass She too young to hit I don’t want her ass I’m going to pass Haha, holdup Call me, call me Kamia From Columbia Eastside mafia I was rocking furs Michael Tyson Drugs Bite her ear Van Gogh Ghetto Dracula Cocaine on my tongue