God's Child Lyrics

God's Child, but lately, been getting along with the devil

Shit him too guess we on the same level

Pops turned his back, got me reaching for my metal

When pops sent em down, started reaching for his shovel

Called him an angel, until he tried to rebel

Took home from me, make it hard to settle

Found drugs on me, took pounds like several

Ain't find a gun on me, gotta pole? told em hell no

Rock for a pound, this the people's elbow

Don't trip if we strapped, know I got my velcro

Don't shoot at feet, step on shit like shell toe

Who is he, flame em up, this hell bro

Sign yo contract, welcome to death row

All my bitches want they contracts written with extensions

All my opps must want they bodies riddled with these mentions

I keep track of all my money, fuck needing a pension

Teachers know I'm jazzy, tried to fuck me in detention

I said fuck needing attention, keep my face up out them cameras

In case I need to leave you missing, I be quick to clutch my blammer

Police on my dick they trippin, tryna put me in the slammer

Woulda pimped just like my uncle, but I'm an MC with a hammer

What I ain't see do not matter, if she hoeing Imma letter B

Yo fried ass out here beating bitches, she got you looking you chris b

Grab that re, now we on a mission, Ace just hit the V

Haters hate to see us winning, cause we they bitches favorite team

Come on dawg play for me, it's clear you want a contract

Bring it all back, if I front you and can't do that, business all bad

What you call that? fake niggas, snake niggas, they in all grass

Imma cut em down and hang em by they tail just for all that

All my bitches want they contracts written with extensions

All my opps must want they bodies riddled with these mentions

I keep track of all my money, fuck needing a pension

Teachers know I'm jazzy, tried to fuck me in detention