God - ANTHEM Lyrics

They don't wanna play no more
Yeah this chess game not as fun
When them shawties at the door
Ain't gotta believe me
Check the bodies on the floor
I'm sorry but them n**as ain't around no more
This the G.O.D
It's the G.O.D
From the 303
Yeah
G.O.D From the 303
I said the
G.O.D From the 303
It's the
G.O.D From the 303
Yeah
G.O.D shutting down the party ho
I don't ask for favors I just go and get my pot of gold
Mary go around and f*ck some dealers for some rock and coke
She was a lil collage girl Now she looking for her role
Sent her down to study
Ain't no worries for her mommy
That's the one thing that she taught me
You can't trust these hoes I promise, huh
Now she got no money for tuition it gets funny
When the collage life ain't switching up
The streets is where she's wanted
Serving on the corner
F*ck her dreams of being a lawyer
Rather give her brain to the streets instead of being a scholar
Now her mother sobbing it gets tragic
She scared Mary getting trafficked
But It's almost worse than that
Mary smoking out a glass dick
Heart made out of plastic Career in the past tense
Used to be on track but now she ain't shit but a crackhead
What the f*ck do you got if it ain't money
Never been lacking I peep at 'em funny
My rising been up in the air so f*ck all flame in me I stay rising above me
Evolving my shit you spending your life revolving your bitch
If I have a vision I follow my paths it happens real quick
Stay in your lane no need to switch
Go 1 on 1 I don't need no pick
Hoes acting dumb
I smack up a bitch
Smack my bitch up! Take a picture
Kicking these beats like Dilla he off da Fent
I'm surrounded by zombies like Thrilla
I can't hold shorty down if she vanilla
I gotta be world wide like pit bull posted up in the villa
They don't wanna play no more
Yeah this chess game not as fun
When them shawties at the door
Ain't gotta believe me
Check the bodies on the floor
I'm sorry but them n**as ain't around no more
This the G.O.D
It's the G.O.D
From the 303
Yeah
G.O.D From the 303
I said the
G.O.D From the 303
It's the
G.O.D From the 303
Yeah
G.O.D out 303 and we came in with keys
All em got one try sum pop sum we about to see
All my dawgs don't do the barking only biting clenching teeth so
Now we locked in ain't no option to the top then with the team
I don't really see no losses all I really see is up
Even though the road get rocky I don't really give a f*ck
I know all my dogs that got me cause we drug it through the mud
When I say there ain't no stopping hoping you don't test your luck
G.O.D up in your head phones G.O.D up out the trunk
G.O.D on instrumentals Steve and Leo just cooked up
G.O.D up in yo head phones G.O.D up out the trunk
G.O.D got all them spittas get yo nose to curl up
With some real steady shooters ain't no silence on these guns
The noise we boutta make gon have the world shookin up
You don't see what we been doin you gon have to just catch up
Cause the movement keep it pushin gotta get up get it done
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