God In The Building

It's hot like hell in the south

It feel like we in the devil mouth in the south

So white boys trippin' cause we iced out

Cool as a cucumber hoppin' out

A '73 Impala with the brains blowed out

Let the robbers follow

Swear to God, fuck nigga, get your brain blowed out

Your baby momma followed or your man shot down

I'm from Martin Luther King, respect it it's holy ground

Who'd a thought a nigga out a shotgun house

Would ever drive a car with a angel that bow

I'm the shit cause I come from the bowels

The guts of the city, ain't a nigga fuckin' with me

Young player from the South, tell stories like Biggie

Take the King's English, paint pictures so vivid

That the listener will swear to God they lived it

If that ain't God in motion, nigga tell me what is it?

The church ladies weep when they hear ya man speak

They say they see God in me, but I'm in the streets

They ask me why I'm rappin', tell me I'm called to preach

I smile, I kiss'em on they honey brown cheeks

I tell'em God bless'em and they can serve for me

But you can never walk on water if you still fear the sea

If Jesus came back, Mother, where you think he'd be?

Probably in these streets with me... Peace...

Came out the valley of the shadow of death

Judas still got the knife in my back

Devil's tryin' to get with G like a crab

Haters mad cause I baptized my laugh

Keep a Jesus piece to protect myself

If heaven got a ghetto you can bet I'll be there

God is with me

God is in me

God is in me

To get to heaven I will raise hell

But before I be a servant in white heaven I will rule in a black hell

See the leader jumpin' out a black SL

On the block like 'Yes, yeah, the truth here'

Living reckless for a necklace and big chain

The wages of sin is death not the chain gang

Touch my chain, I bang bang bang

Leader of the Grind Time Rap Gang mang

We a squadron of God's marksmen

Greek heroes, we the new Titans

Young Achilles, nigga, I will kill these niggas

No homo, I just don't feel these niggas

Laid back seeing panoramic views

It's a angelic view, the sky so blue

Similar to my diamonds and they hue

I pray my success is a torment to you

God MC boy, ex d-boy

Only thing real in a room full of decoys

Angel wings got a nigga flying higher

I hope my success burn you like hellfire

I hope seeing me whip cars dressed fresh

Torments your ass like a man possessed

Be blessed... Amen...