Darien Christopher - GOD Lyrics

Yeah
This the God that was in me
This the God that was patient
This the God that was hustling, nose down, juggin' on the pavement
This the God with the big guns
This the God with the missiles
This the God when you talk down on him get to talking the business
I hate all the fake shit
I hate the fact most my niggas won't make it
I'm far from the kingdom myself and the crown on the shelf collect dust while it's waiting
I'm a government placement
The chosen one, I suppose something like Satan
But pass on the bacon
Cuz pig is pig no matter how good it's tasting
And y'all piggies too far from the farm
Got my niggas all loading up arms
And we really don't want no more harm
But y'all niggas taking it too far
And y'all niggas ain't loading up shit
You like Shaq cuz you throwing up bricks
You ain't bad for a hoe or a bitch
And she throwing it, hope she gon' choke on this dick
This the God that be repping
This the God hold his set down nigga
This the God with depression
This the God no one met
How Imma pledge my life to y'all safety net
Never had a pussy play me yet
Corleone with a Scorsese tint
Niggas really out here faking death but uh
This the God that was in me
This the God that was patient
This the God that was hustling, nose down, juggin' on the pavement
This the God with the big guns
This the God with the missiles
This the God when you talk down on him get to talking the business