Without GOD

I went from pennies to hardaway To beefs and the broccolis
To boots made of ostrich to Louis and all this shit
Only to find later I was soulless and wandering
Livin' like a young pharaoh to the sarcophagus
Now it's the opposite, spirit is lockin' up

Whippin' water in the river, pushin' the prophets up
Cash is just nonsense mane, pockets filled with loose change
Dashin' throughs outer space, crashin' this cosmic race
Do not resuscitate, do not resuscitate Cruisin' highways to heaven, you can't stop old Milky Ways
We got a world to gain and everything to lose
Used to serve China White, then I started sniffin' too
Then I became a drug lord to the Brad Cruise Quartermilly on the, uh, used and abused
Keep it on the property, that's the one rule It's a f*cked up way of thinkin' I'm a damn fool

Shootin' for the stars in the Draco constellation
Summer on Mars, Winter, Pluto for vacation
Young and flagrant, livin' life amazing I ain't chasin' hoes, yo, they chase me
I know you heard it all before, yeah, that good old day-ish
But ain't no good days when you a bad ways kid

Since first grade, I was on the bus, throwin' fists
Then I went home and I got my ass kicked, yeah
Now that I'm old, I know I deserved it
Mom had to take off from work, yo, I was in deep shit

She squared up to the principal, said, we got this
Thank you, Mama, love you, I know you tried your best, I
Always been an enfant terrible
You know there's some things we can't change

Without God, Yo I wouldn't be Shh
Without God, Yo I wouldn't be Shh
Without God, Yo I wouldn't be Shh
Without God, Yo I wouldn't be Shh

Without God, Yo I wouldn't be Shh
Without God, Yo I wouldn't be Shh
Without God, Yo I wouldn't be Shh
Without God, Yo I wouldn't be Shh

Without God, Yo I wouldn't be Shh
Without God, Yo I wouldn't be Shh
Without God, Yo I wouldn't be Shh
Without God, Yo I wouldn't be

They comparin highlights like they watchin reels
Me and them is day and night because i live in the real
Real, focus on your blessings yo not all your blessings real
some is from the devil use discernment and feel

Rappin' stupid crap Got him in a super max
Cappin in his rap, now his ass layin' flat
Bein' too real, get a mothafucka straight wacked
Cold facts this trap aint nothin like me and your paps boom-bap

The drums went boom, not the gt
The snares went bap, now their snares in the trap
I pray to God that nothin' ever happens
You never know when it's a wrap to this rappin



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Writer(s): Emmanuel Torres
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