God Got Us!

Preachers saying God got us, but the devil's out
You talk about being at the bottom of the stockpile
You was giving hand-me-downs
I don't wanna hear it
I'm from the spots where they chain you down
In court for a minute
I mean, I speak for what I know, that the streets was feeling
I mean, I feel my black brothers and sisters
In truth and spirit
Nowadays, we wear suits
To hide anguish and fear
I feel my niggas that be shedding a tear
Just sitting there
You do for so much, but they stab you
That trust turned a avenue
At tabernacles, they pray to a statue
I don't give God enough of my time
Cause mines is thrown and collapsed too
All the bullshit that's at work
It leisurely comes natural
And that's not good
Knock on wood, this won't last too
In my hood, they kill for the goods
Sit back and laugh too
I'm disturbed by the past
Lot of shit had to learn fast
I've emerged from this shit, why? Cause I had to
I'm back in my bag, but I wanna take my niggas with me
The love I gained out, it was a plenty
Couldn't turn to everybody, when shit turned empty
Hate turned into envy
Fates turned deadly
This was real hefty

Word
But God got us
I heard that shit like every day
Increased with more problems
Experience taught us the same
Just with more outcomes
I'm in the middle of this game
Shit, I feel like Malcolm

Yo, I'm on the I-78, thinking about better days
Sun in my rear view, but death comes in greys
Couldn't fathom it, cause that's the only way I portray
They put your life in filing cabinets just for display
And they ask if I'm okay
I tell them why bother?
You never knew the true pain from my fallen father
You base your life on followers and your status by dollars
I could care more or less
Since all of it's gossip
I couldn't process that casket closing
On that path, had to grasp and chose it
All y'all niggas rap about is having quotients
But if you cowards actually notice it
You got a whole lot of neighbors that tax if you owe them
Are your friends really there, or they said it for sport?
You live your life on fear?
The chances are that it's short
Can't afford the remorse
I heard you live long in a corpse
This the street life where they kill each other
Over sodas bought
Yo, we live life on a daily basis, but still struggle
Gotta fight, just to barely make it, it's a real hustle
Only strive for the paper chasing, it's a real tussle
Gotta grind, when we can't even face it, it's all muscle
Nigga

But God got us
I heard that shit like every day
Increased with more problems
Experience taught us the same
Just with more outcomes
I'm in the middle of this game
Shit, I feel like Malcolm

But God got us
I heard that shit like every day
Increased with more problems
Experience taught us the same
Just with more outcomes
I'm in the middle of this game
Shit, I feel like Malcolm

Nigga