Eye of Providence
Thought you's bout yo shit
But to me seem like you slippin
Said you keep it real
But to me seem like you trippin
Said you got that work
But you havin trouble flippin
This week talkin brazy
Last week you was crippin
Swear y'all suckas tickle me
Damn near split my side
I don't fuck wit none of y'all
Cuz y'all ain't down to ride
Oh you ran off on tha plug? hows that workin out
Swear that yous a thug? the truth is comin out
Trippin on some stupid shit fucked ya money up
Poppin off ya fuckin mouth too much in ya cup
Boy I ain't for playin wit I don't wanna fight
Send dem goons to get ya bumpin in the night
Put a fuckin end to that frontin that you do
Actin like I owe you when we know that ain't true
Talkin loud and stuntin flashin like you got it
Dat ain't get you nothin killed over some bullshit
False gods fall when a real god rise
Tried to power trip and you met your demise
I ain't wanna do it but man I had to
They's just to many fakers just like you
Wanna step to tha mic and play like they's a god
But Martel is tha truth and they see through your facade
Say your fuckin prayers repent your fuckin sin
Bow ya head down accept this is the end
Thought you's bout yo shit
But to me seem like you slippin
Said you keep it real
But to me seem like you trippin
Said you got that work
But you havin trouble flippin
This week talkin brazy
Last week you was crippin
Swear y'all suckas tickle me
Damn near split my side
I don't fuck wit none of y'all
Cuz y'all ain't down to ride
But to me seem like you slippin
Said you keep it real
But to me seem like you trippin
Said you got that work
But you havin trouble flippin
This week talkin brazy
Last week you was crippin
Swear y'all suckas tickle me
Damn near split my side
I don't fuck wit none of y'all
Cuz y'all ain't down to ride
Oh you ran off on tha plug? hows that workin out
Swear that yous a thug? the truth is comin out
Trippin on some stupid shit fucked ya money up
Poppin off ya fuckin mouth too much in ya cup
Boy I ain't for playin wit I don't wanna fight
Send dem goons to get ya bumpin in the night
Put a fuckin end to that frontin that you do
Actin like I owe you when we know that ain't true
Talkin loud and stuntin flashin like you got it
Dat ain't get you nothin killed over some bullshit
False gods fall when a real god rise
Tried to power trip and you met your demise
I ain't wanna do it but man I had to
They's just to many fakers just like you
Wanna step to tha mic and play like they's a god
But Martel is tha truth and they see through your facade
Say your fuckin prayers repent your fuckin sin
Bow ya head down accept this is the end
Thought you's bout yo shit
But to me seem like you slippin
Said you keep it real
But to me seem like you trippin
Said you got that work
But you havin trouble flippin
This week talkin brazy
Last week you was crippin
Swear y'all suckas tickle me
Damn near split my side
I don't fuck wit none of y'all
Cuz y'all ain't down to ride
Credits
Writer(s): Martel Tha God
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