God Bless

Uh
Definitely gonna be butter, know mean?
It's gone be butter, know mean?
Uh, swerve on em, uh yeah
Crack the Mo, here we go
I'm in the mood to let the chicken heads flow
Son, no doubt, god it's real
Every member of my clique is equipped with steel
Suga', let's, god bless

Just the type of man that can lace the crowd
Which ya hands on ya ? or you could raise them proud
I bust shots off
Put my hands on my shorty and I make it hotter
I got a lock ya, flavor to bring
Got the championships so I'ma savor the ring
Church boy, raised by my grand momma
Home-bred, I dead all the drama
I'm like the mystical funk technician
It's a sign of the times, guards on a mission

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God bless ya lover, god bless you
God bless ya lover, god bless you
God bless ya lover, god bless you
God bless ya lover, god bless you

Have mercy!
Nowadays I got them other niggas acting thirsty
Bless the sky, energy created by my third child
Swerve wit it, get it get it
Feels good to bust shots at the critics
You crave more taste of my funk
When my track drop ain't enough space in ya trunk
Soul for real, but not the group
I'm solo going for dolo in the drop Coupe
I distribute melodies while ya gold trees
Step a dip like a flip, '96 kis

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Matter fact take it to the bridge

God bless
God bless ya lover

God bless
God bless ya lover

Honey dipping off my Nautica sleeves
With them Gortex boots, that compliment all the cheese
Shouldn't hate me cos I'm raw
(I thought you fell off kid!) You said that sh*t before
But you see miracles when you're lyrical
Off some LL shit, chickens get hysterical
Cause I, form like Voltron
Let's get it on and take ya chime bomb
Knock it off
I like your style but it's a slight bit soft
Son, the LL rule, huh
I pick it up and lay it down mad cool
It'll cost you a fortune (What?)
For me to make it hot, heat it up and keep it scorching

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It's all built for '96 kid!
No diggity, ?Rehaud? lace me
Nahmean? Lil Chris in the house
Ol Moms, Big E and the fam
Yo son, who's next?