Instruments Of God (feat. Willie mays Blaze) Video (MV)

And that identification can keep you in form
At that point, your form is no longer personal
You are now an instrument of life
It's getting dark again, I pray to the people I lost

My heart harder than surgical with the flow
Spit fire just like an arsonist
That flame out the nozzle, shit
I don't have dreams, I manifest and gain confidence

I'm true to this game, these niggas remain on a few
I've been chilling, declining these peace offerings
You starting for them broads again, you're turning to a broad with it
No dapping up or arguing, I know where the problem is

You lighten up your candlesticks, I'm pinning out my cartridges
Four portions deep like the four horses
Horse power, we switch lanes, you eat dust from exhaustion
I got it and want more, the appetite for destruction

In front of your corner store, who is red out the red corner
Playboy paints out the top burner
These niggas is not worth it
I smack your gums like I'm Mr. Perfect

Stone face but care too much, way beneath the surface
God praise, still smoke to the head
Sipping on this liquor, I pray to the dead
God praise, I smoke to the head

Sipping on this liquor, I pray to the dead
Baby, back up the work, tell me how it feels
Let me put a clique on you, on the balcony in the hills
The view of the world over my left shoulder

Cold world, it must have froze over
No take time, no take time in Portland
Dolphins in the pot, I cook them on purpose
Ain't no use to endorphins

Weight of the world, the pressure's enormous
But it also make diamonds, no wonder they on us
If you got a problem with me, your best bet, resolve it
Or I pay someone a bag and they come find you, dissolve it

The circle of life, the doors revolving
Y'all don't love us, I find that appalling
These turtle shells got you moving ahead too slow to the finish line
It's only gods on my side, I'm so divine

You want me on the track, then pay me
I ain't come here to waste my time, my nigga