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