I got compassion to heal, to ill and faith, to mountains Got 'em for us platinum plus, but who's counting? God driving hard, hittin' and large Lavish, get the cabbage, and start giving
Make a decision, or religion Thug living, end up either dead or in prison quinton or rikers Quick to three, strike us they don't us Plant and I with my life and I live it righteous
You got small papers you fools, is hardly major how the hood made us pray and asked God to save us Evading the haters, rolling and Chuck Taylors And still can flip the script in and Alligators And I ain't mad at you
I explode like napalm, hot like cayenne chosen, spoken Make 'em like sitcoms Do the math, can't no other up to me I'm and rugged like I stand up to my peeps
I'm set apart and this here ain't just an art, it's a life Fake smile I test ya heart if it Then we separate the from the fake Before you perpetrate, first, a few
Shows, I wrecked a few, now my stable I'm able to bless a few just an act, down, whoa Now I'm the to drop the mike and prophecy to the whole crowd And I'm done, I'll have 'em slain in the spirit Keep it real, so I'm saying, they can feel it Hard core, half prophetess, part lyricist, stick with the flow
Hey, hey, hey Could it be the way the was laid? (They even believe that I'm saved) Could it be how the videos played? (They don't believe that I'm saved) Could it be the way playa hate cause I'm paid? (They don't even believe I'm saved)
I lay my hands on the make and heal it power Make the whole world it Tie ya up and kill it I'm like turpentine When I spill it flip the cards as he it
Unveiling the plan as he reveal it get to for the faking starts I'm blazing charts holla but I'm breaking hearts And marks and the shady type The Christian walk's a daily fight I flow like the crazy
But still lady went away But he's coming back to get me Shoes and a gown and to give me Satan try to us down but miss me
God rules everything me Can't nobody or diss me It'll come to pass like Ain't no stopping me better It's gonna a whole lot to get me
Hey, hey, hey Could it be the way the was laid? (They even believe that I'm saved) Could it be how the videos played? (They don't even that I'm saved) Could it be the way they playa hate I'm paid? (They don't even believe I'm saved)
Call me Chille' Snipes, starring, as blade on this Don't get out of line, I'm to ride for everybody on this track Fe, fi, foe, umm, I the blood Of a petty MC, step up if you want
Got demons on the run Bruce Jenner They all drop Niagara Falls when the spirit enters Tell me who's the winner 'Domino, I hold the spinner' I'm a veteran don't off your soul. big spender
My is to infuriate, umm, let me see Put on a platinum album and watch it See sin if you ain't real, by now you been a fake I's a time you small time we the heavy weights
Hey, hey, hey Could it be the way the was laid? (They even believe that I'm saved) Could it be how frequently the videos (They don't even that I'm saved) Could it be the way they playa cause I'm paid? (They don't even that I'm saved)