Who Is Your God? Lyrics

You shall not make idols for yourselves or erect an image or pillar and

You shall not set up a figured stone in your land to bow down to it

Says the Lord your God

So we need to check in our hearts

What are we settin' up before God?

What type of things are we trusting in instead of Him?

Check your heart in Jesus Name

You all about your dough

Tell me who is your god

Ride the streets on chrome

Man, who is your god

Can’t leave them freaks alone

Tell me who is your god

Who is your god?

Who is your god?

Now where your god at?

Aye tell’em holla at mine

Where your god at?

Aye tell’em holla at mine

Where your god at?

Aye tell’em holla at mine

He can’t cuz he the false type

Cuz he the false type

Let me paint a perfect picture Jeremiah 10:5

Your idols may look righteous but they are not right

I hear talk of Santa Claus 'round Christmas time

But Santa C’s a fantasy

Cuz he’s not alive

On his list, you either naughty or nice

But Jesus desires mercy rather than sacrifice

Many will deceive with great signs after Christ

Pick up your cross and follow Him to everlasting life

Let’s not envy others, no American Idols

I can’t help it bro, I wanna be just like him

Drake ain’t the answer ‘Pac can’t keep my head up

If I rely on man I’ll be bound to no surrender

But God offers friendship

If we would just let up

And get up to come worship His glorious splendor

I don’t need Doctor Phil cuz my God is my mentor

Ask TMZ bout Him I bet they got no picture

You all about your dough

Tell me who is your god

Ride the streets on chrome

Man, who is your god

Can’t leave them freaks alone

Tell me who is your god

Who is your god?

Who is your god?

Now where your god at?

Aye tell’em holla at mine

Where your god at?

Aye tell’em holla at mine

Where your god at?

Aye tell’em holla at mine

He can’t cuz he the false type

Cuz he the false type

If He truly is your God and He is the King

Why you live your life like it ain’t a thing?

In the nightclubs poppin’ bottles dancing too close

On someone you don’t know

Thinkin' they the one like Uno

Who you know that’s Livin rite up in that party?

All of ’em lost ain’t one trying to live godly

You play with fire and ain’t worried bout the repercussions

But when you get burned

Tell me will you still trust them?

That person don’t know you, all they know is the moment

Get up out your fast car, take it a lot slower

Put down the drank and all the drugs

You need 1-800-JESUS call Him up

You could be in a casino riskin’ all your luck

But when you die, you can’t take all them bucks

Everything stays that’s inside your soul

So who you rollin’ with? When it’s time to go

You all about your dough

Tell me who is your god

Ride the streets on chrome

Man, who is your god

Can’t leave them freaks alone

Tell me who is your god

Who is your god?

Who is your god?

Now where your god at?

Aye tell’em holla at mine

Where your god at?

Aye tell’em holla at mine

Where your god at?

Aye tell’em holla at mine

He can’t cuz he the false type

Cuz he the false type

What up gangsta, what that thug life like!?

Rollin’ deep keepin' eyes peeled for them other guys

Guns and knives ain’t no real way to handle

Why you hide your face behind that bandana?

If the cost ain’t rite then your life ain’t guaranteed

At any time are you prepared to bleed?

All for a color, a color that means nothin

Color against color an exclamation of bloodshed

Put down the gun and pick up a real tool

Read the Bible know that Jesus can heal you

If your chrome is your throne, than beware of mildew

Cuz it won't bring you joy but it might just kill you

You can get riches why you still searching?

If our lives ain’t lived for Christ they are worthless

Cast demons out, let the God in you surface

Bow down before the King, a humble and willing servant

You all about your dough

Tell me who is your god

Ride the streets on chrome

Man, who is your god

Can’t leave them freaks alone

Tell me who is your god

Who is your god?

Who is your god?

Now where your god at?

Aye tell’em holla at mine

Where your god at?

Aye tell’em holla at mine

Where your god at?

Aye tell’em holla at mine

He can’t cuz he the false type

Cuz he the false type

If you hear in one of your cities

Which the Lord your God is giving you to dwell there

That certain worthless fellows have gone out among you and

Have drawn away the inhabitants of their city, saying

Let us go and serve other gods

Which you have not known

Then you shall inquire and make search and ask diligently and

Behold, if it be true and certain that such an abomination has been done among you

You shall surely put the inhabitants of that city to the sword

Devoting it to destruction, all who are in it and its cattle with the edge of the sword

You shall gather all of its spoil into the midst of its open square and

Burn the city and all of its spoil with fire

As a whole burnt offering to the Lord your God It shall be a heap forever

It shall not be built again