God is Here
Let the sour serenade my soul
I been the man since I was 8 years old
May the heavens spare us for every point 8 we sold
It was supposed to be a gram
Aye bitch I ball hard
Talents all raw
Like a J.U.C.O. all star
Y'all pray to false Gods
Your faiths a lost cause
But I don't fault y'all
When's the last time someone fought y'all
You need yo ass whooped
No humility that's a bad look
Chef let the glass cook
Now stuff yo pipe with this
Ignite the shit
And feel the the type of height you get
From smoking on the whitest bitch you might've whipped
I give my life to this
I bet you'll never say that I might exist
Now that God is here
It's judgement day
You ain't show no love today
I smell the hate all on yo upper lip
You pussy probably tuck ur dick
And run around on sucka shìt
Fuck a whip
I pull up in the mothership
Glock hugging hip
Gold teeth in my mouth on some gutta shìt
Shout out Mouse feds tried to Rico the squad free Thug and Gunna quick
Now we don't post the killers that we running with
100 dollar bills and 100 clips
Heaven knows I love this shit
God is here
Still practicing all the habits that got us here
God is here
A religious man is the only thing a tyrant fears
The end seems more joyous when
God is here
Seven on my neck homie God is here
I know you love me but I'm that nigga that you gotta fear
We ain't have no guidance here
If we ain't gotta scale
We would eye a ball
Before you hit the hard I let you try it raw
Authentic stitches we from Jersey dog
My patches ain't ironed on
Trade these hoes like Pokémon
Water stones in my charm I evolved
I made a living off the bitches that y'all dying for
Try and rhyme what I record
I give you Classics like the albums that you'll find inside a vinyl store
Tap into your spinal cord
We in different brackets boy my rapping more like final four
You ain't seen my final form
We are not no rivals boy
You wife the hoes that I ignore
I just got up in the game and somehow I hold the highest score
God is here
Still practicing all the habits that got us here
A religious man is the only thing a tyrant fears
The end seems more joyous when God is near
I guess God is here
I been the man since I was 8 years old
May the heavens spare us for every point 8 we sold
It was supposed to be a gram
Aye bitch I ball hard
Talents all raw
Like a J.U.C.O. all star
Y'all pray to false Gods
Your faiths a lost cause
But I don't fault y'all
When's the last time someone fought y'all
You need yo ass whooped
No humility that's a bad look
Chef let the glass cook
Now stuff yo pipe with this
Ignite the shit
And feel the the type of height you get
From smoking on the whitest bitch you might've whipped
I give my life to this
I bet you'll never say that I might exist
Now that God is here
It's judgement day
You ain't show no love today
I smell the hate all on yo upper lip
You pussy probably tuck ur dick
And run around on sucka shìt
Fuck a whip
I pull up in the mothership
Glock hugging hip
Gold teeth in my mouth on some gutta shìt
Shout out Mouse feds tried to Rico the squad free Thug and Gunna quick
Now we don't post the killers that we running with
100 dollar bills and 100 clips
Heaven knows I love this shit
God is here
Still practicing all the habits that got us here
God is here
A religious man is the only thing a tyrant fears
The end seems more joyous when
God is here
Seven on my neck homie God is here
I know you love me but I'm that nigga that you gotta fear
We ain't have no guidance here
If we ain't gotta scale
We would eye a ball
Before you hit the hard I let you try it raw
Authentic stitches we from Jersey dog
My patches ain't ironed on
Trade these hoes like Pokémon
Water stones in my charm I evolved
I made a living off the bitches that y'all dying for
Try and rhyme what I record
I give you Classics like the albums that you'll find inside a vinyl store
Tap into your spinal cord
We in different brackets boy my rapping more like final four
You ain't seen my final form
We are not no rivals boy
You wife the hoes that I ignore
I just got up in the game and somehow I hold the highest score
God is here
Still practicing all the habits that got us here
A religious man is the only thing a tyrant fears
The end seems more joyous when God is near
I guess God is here
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Writer(s): Dominic Martin
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