G.O.D

[Intro] G-O-D, G-O-D Yeah [Verse 1] Sometimes I wonder who they pray to and may view as God Is it who pay you? Grey Goose, D'ussé, 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 dealt The coke line that John Belushi smelt How the coochie felt, a gold chain The ego that lives in the control brain The broken heart where you hold pain Thе bad blood that flows through a cold vein Is it power pushing powder? Sweet tooth for sour diеsel Trees roll every hour, diamonds Cartier frames with the ten on the eye lens A fly Benz, the ill street reps setting off sirens Maybe likes 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... [Chorus] G-O-D (Gold, oil, and diamonds) G-O-D (Gram, ounces, and drug sales) 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, and drug sales) G-O-D (Guns, office, and dollars) Tell me what are you believing in? [Post-Chorus] Tell me what do you believe What you worshipin' 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's tied into what you perceive (Believe) What you should have or achieve Don't be like Eve 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 losing sleep, up late not taking care of myself (Sleep) Creating something for my fans to think and appreciate [Verse 2] I knew this youngin' from around the way Down to stay active to get some paper Would climb a fire escape or hop gaze to pull off 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 car hopping with ballers And all the windows on the Escalade were tint That’s why he just wanted some wheels Filled with pills, dollar bills, grills, thrills, shawty with skills The he’d bang her out of her heels 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 heard 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 then was chalkin' out What do you praise, what’s over everything? I'm talkin' bout... [Chorus] 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? [Outro] Shit, I remember when all you had to have was good ol' dick Now these girls want every motherfuckin' think I remember when all you could have was G-O-D; good ol' dick They want everything now G-O-D, shit... that's what a bitch want Every motherfuckin' thing She don't even know what God is no more Bitch told me, she said "I want the purse with the boots" I'm like "Bitch, who told you I was getting the purse?" Yeah man, G-O-D, dawg, times done changed It's good that we're talking about God, though Lot of 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