[Intro]
Yeah
It's been a minute right
God Over Money, ah
Welcome to The Messenger 4, Bizzle
Yeah

[Verse]
Ever since I started dropping it they doubted it, it was knockin' my style
Said I'm too dominate or rhyming, it's just tryna get clout
I put my time in this, I'm confident that I am His child
They said I'm not of God, I'm finding out they not with Him now
I went at JAY, I went at Ross, I went at Ye on records
Who knew one day that me and Ye would sound the same on records
I know they hate our message, but can't escape our methods
I drop A-time bombs, napalm flame on records
I ain't pursue this, who knew this music would do what it would
I was so new to this, but through it keep it true as I could
I don't embellish it to sell em', won't finesse it to win
Long as He bless it, I'll forever be a threat with a pen
Never suppress the message just to make a secular friend
I put that pressure on they neck and disrespected they trends
But I ain't never pretend like I was perfect
Too many verses confessing my sin, for me to ever condemn
I screamed "God over money" and He made it a thing
I found some riders down to squad up and we made it a team
So many hated on me, saying, "Just wait and you'll see
His little fifteen seconds of fame'll fade in a week"
But God favor on me, see, I could flex but I won't
Okay I try, but oh my God, this fifteen seconds been long
I know it's petty but, bro
That was like three-hundred-fifteen-million-three-hundred-sixty-thousand seconds ago
I'm still here
[Outro]
Hahaha! No, but fo' real, though
To God be all the glory, ten years fully independent
Putting God over money
Here's to the next ten in Jesus' name
Yeah!