God Is Gracious

[Verse 1]

God is gracious, God is good

I thank God I made it out the hood

Misguided, misunderstood

Eyes red like Riding Hood

Though around my hood, I probably don’t get the hoorah I should

Cause I don’t sound as Atlanta I sound as hood

I ain’t sound as gutter I wasn't around the crooks

I should write a book called Anti-Social

Circles so small that the shit’s an oval

I don’t know I guess I’m not as soulful

I don’t know I guess I’m not as local

I don’t know I guess I’m way to boastful

All these shows man I way too global

Trusting these hoes man I’m way too hopeful

Speaking my mind man I’m way to vocal

And I’m way too loco

And it’s crazy how niggas can see their self

When they look at you and believe their self

In the ring you the people’s champ

Till they see them rings and they see them belts

Now you done bossed up with your conceited self

Changed up, you need to be yourself

Whatever the fuck that is

And fuck this rap shit

Whatever the fuck that is

It’s more to Atlanta than just being a dumb black nigga and a slum black kid

It’s more to Atlanta than just being a conscious rapper with some content

On a compact disc in a backpack with some nappy ass hair

Just so you can feel more black

Fuck it I’m back

Bobby Ray Bands

[Hook]

See I was just the average Joe

I coulda had an average job

Was hungry and I wanted more

But back then I had it all

Before I drove the fancy cars

Before I smoked with all the stars

Was hungry and I wanted more

Back then I had it all

Back then I had it all

Back then I had it all

My family ain’t gon’ never starve

Back then I had it all

[Verse 2]

Back then they didn’t want me

Now I’m on, they still phony

Fake cool, fake dudes, fake beef and they still cloning

And I’m still lonely

They be taking shots at the big homie

It’s still lonely up top

And I'm the only friend that I got

They say they sleepin’ on me

It’s a bunch of undercovers

Undercover cops, undercover brothers

I ain’t one to judge you, I’m just saying there’s a lot of niggas covered up behind a color and a chopper

True colors, where is Cyndi Lauper?

Niggas know that you were not a mobster

Only bricks you've seen is cinderblocks, boy

Writing fiction but you’re not an author

Lookin’ left, stiffin’ up your posture

Wait, I’m getting off of topic

Got a label, we don’t claim a genre, bitch

Cause it ain’t a genre

Whole roster chock-full of Rastas

I been medicating so much lately

Every day I got a different doctor

God damn

[Hook]

See I was just the average Joe

I coulda had an average job

Was hungry and I wanted more

But back then I had it all

Before I drove the fancy cars

Before I smoked with all the stars

Was hungry and I wanted more

Back then I had it all

Back then I had it all

Back then I had it all

My family ain’t gon’ never starve

Back then I had it all