H44DRICH
Set in stone like the hieroglyphics
Don't address me if you not specific
God Body got 'em all religious
Judgement day I got 'em all repenting
For they sinnin', bow to the Big God
God Body Bingo I'm a big dog
Made a pact with a pack of wolves
All these pitbulls better sit, dog
These niggas be all bark, I ain't never been bit, dog
Truth hurts when I spit, dog
You gon' hear 'em holla like a hit dog
You gon' see some tails go between legs
How you claiming 'boss' when they make you fetch?
Dream or die, yeah I took a pledge
I'll be on a cloud 'til the day I'm dead
Ain't no coming down 'cause I'm into ascension
Get it and keep it, I'm into retention
It's up and it's stuck, matter fact it's suspended
I'm coming up clutch for the ones that's depending on me to succeed so my hustle's relentless
Did what I did, I can't ask for permission
I meant every sin I can't ask for forgiveness
A lot of my peers end up comin' up missing
But I'm here to stay
God in the flesh I ain't going away
I'm not impressed, niggas run of the mill
Run circles around these rappers every day
Done being modest, man that shit through
If you out the loop I don't know what to say
Leave it to Bingo to break 'em the news
I give you my word, I guide you the way
I'm fully prepared if things go astray
Hey, I don't even smoke
If that's what they want, I'm rolling that good shit
Ain't packing no pole, but if I explode, you gettin' a full clip
I'm hogging my lane, you fuckin' insane for thinking I could miss
I'm true to the game, man fuck all the fame, I'd rather be hood rich
Broadcasting live from the nawfside
Acres Homes to be exact, this is Jay Smith
We off the books, Riccy Raccs is free
From Garden City to the bottom
To 790, and all parts in between
God Body Bingo, let's get it
Nawfside, welcome to my neck of the woods, nigga
Praise when I hit the stage, just like you should, nigga
Ask around, bet they know the name, and it's good, nigga
I don't po' the four, I just throw the four, that's my hood, nigga
Hey, fuck all the fame, I'd rather be hood rich
I'm true to the game, man fuck all the fame, I'd rather be hood rich
I'm true to the game, man fuck all the fame, I'd rather be hood rich
I'm true to the game, man fuck all the fame, I'd rather be hood
Might cop me a condo but I'd rather buy me a crib in The Wood
Might flip me a foreign, this Chevy Impala gon' ride, this is good
Get bread like the bishop but I'd rather sit with my mama in church
I might eat expensive as long as my bitch on the plate for dessert
Gon' start up some businesses just to get bro off the block with that work
It's value in dollars but I'm finna show 'em what faith really worth
I'm gon' see the stardom but I really do what I do for the slums
When it's my time to go I ain't trippin' just bury a G where he from
Nawfside, welcome to my neck of the woods, nigga
Praise when I hit the stage, just like you should, nigga
Ask around, bet they know the name, and it's good, nigga
I don't po' the four, I just throw the four, that's my hood, nigga
Hey, fuck all the fame, I'd rather be hood rich
I'm true to the game, man fuck all the fame, I'd rather be hood rich
I'm true to the game, man fuck all the fame, I'd rather be hood rich
I'm true to the game, man fuck all the fame, I'd rather be hood
Don't address me if you not specific
God Body got 'em all religious
Judgement day I got 'em all repenting
For they sinnin', bow to the Big God
God Body Bingo I'm a big dog
Made a pact with a pack of wolves
All these pitbulls better sit, dog
These niggas be all bark, I ain't never been bit, dog
Truth hurts when I spit, dog
You gon' hear 'em holla like a hit dog
You gon' see some tails go between legs
How you claiming 'boss' when they make you fetch?
Dream or die, yeah I took a pledge
I'll be on a cloud 'til the day I'm dead
Ain't no coming down 'cause I'm into ascension
Get it and keep it, I'm into retention
It's up and it's stuck, matter fact it's suspended
I'm coming up clutch for the ones that's depending on me to succeed so my hustle's relentless
Did what I did, I can't ask for permission
I meant every sin I can't ask for forgiveness
A lot of my peers end up comin' up missing
But I'm here to stay
God in the flesh I ain't going away
I'm not impressed, niggas run of the mill
Run circles around these rappers every day
Done being modest, man that shit through
If you out the loop I don't know what to say
Leave it to Bingo to break 'em the news
I give you my word, I guide you the way
I'm fully prepared if things go astray
Hey, I don't even smoke
If that's what they want, I'm rolling that good shit
Ain't packing no pole, but if I explode, you gettin' a full clip
I'm hogging my lane, you fuckin' insane for thinking I could miss
I'm true to the game, man fuck all the fame, I'd rather be hood rich
Broadcasting live from the nawfside
Acres Homes to be exact, this is Jay Smith
We off the books, Riccy Raccs is free
From Garden City to the bottom
To 790, and all parts in between
God Body Bingo, let's get it
Nawfside, welcome to my neck of the woods, nigga
Praise when I hit the stage, just like you should, nigga
Ask around, bet they know the name, and it's good, nigga
I don't po' the four, I just throw the four, that's my hood, nigga
Hey, fuck all the fame, I'd rather be hood rich
I'm true to the game, man fuck all the fame, I'd rather be hood rich
I'm true to the game, man fuck all the fame, I'd rather be hood rich
I'm true to the game, man fuck all the fame, I'd rather be hood
Might cop me a condo but I'd rather buy me a crib in The Wood
Might flip me a foreign, this Chevy Impala gon' ride, this is good
Get bread like the bishop but I'd rather sit with my mama in church
I might eat expensive as long as my bitch on the plate for dessert
Gon' start up some businesses just to get bro off the block with that work
It's value in dollars but I'm finna show 'em what faith really worth
I'm gon' see the stardom but I really do what I do for the slums
When it's my time to go I ain't trippin' just bury a G where he from
Nawfside, welcome to my neck of the woods, nigga
Praise when I hit the stage, just like you should, nigga
Ask around, bet they know the name, and it's good, nigga
I don't po' the four, I just throw the four, that's my hood, nigga
Hey, fuck all the fame, I'd rather be hood rich
I'm true to the game, man fuck all the fame, I'd rather be hood rich
I'm true to the game, man fuck all the fame, I'd rather be hood rich
I'm true to the game, man fuck all the fame, I'd rather be hood
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Writer(s): Leon Bingham
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