Uh, salute
Yeah, Eshon
Bombay
SAMG

Hop on the beat and get reckless really
I don't wanna be the best from Philly
Shine from God no necklace feel me
Flesh walk around wit a death wish kill me
Hop on the beat on my remix joint
Tell the DJ leave this on
I'm smoked out on my treeless joint
Glory cloud no Cheech 'n Chong
That boy he wild with a 40 cal
He gone air it out 'til the beef is gone
He gone need a bail out from the jailhouse
Til' the Lord ride down like a thief on holmes
Only God take a seat on thrones
And I'm out in the street wit His clones
Real god body got God in my body
Blood Of the Lamb I'm a carbon copy
Think I'm playin' but I'm all in ock key
I know you tryna ball like we all wearing top t's
Top tens/drop Benz/on stock rims/but sheesh!
Can't we get a little bit of love?
Little bit of love and life?
Little bit of what's going on?
Little less wrong and a little more right?
I know I sound like the political type and I'm not but I do live a miracle life
Don't mean to sound spiritual right?
Yeah I do I'm a angel in a pair of new flights
Flyer than a pair of blue kites/ blood bought incomparable price
In the middle of an unseen war/ ain't nobody see the gun he pulled
Ain't nobody see the sword I got/ it's a book/ but it leave more than paper cuts
I'm appalled by the decor of this game it make me nuts
And I'm flawed diamond in the rough/ pause/ no princess cut
Everything God put His hands on turn to gold I guess that's an expensive touch! Yup
Yeah, that's cray