God Is Love
Keisha Plum, Stove God Cooks, Estee Nack, Westside Gunn
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(Conductor) Woah, uh-huh (Conductor, we have a problem) Nackie Chan, wha-ta! Whoa, yo Yo, son Santo Domingo, helpin' the Gus to get to the people (¿Qué lo que?) It's niggas watchin' us shine like kings, bro (shiny) Golden ring though, a lot of bling and all jingle All my niggas are dogs like dingo Call the bitches to come and mingle (mommy) Pack a forty-fifth and some hard white singles, yeah Forty dollars, a head buster, bell ringer Makin' the paper to stack up chips that tall like Pringles, son (money) Took off a nigga roof and watch Pieces of him lift and fall like shingles (bah, bah, bah, bah) Pop the cork and toast it, fourth Clicquot We done made this work The dopest niggas that got exposed that we gon' (yeah) Can't believe he gettin' dirt and really told on his people (he folded) In the streets, deal with O's of perico (word) Look at this nigga arm, you can tell by the inside (uh-huh) It was only used for just to poke in needles and shit (f*ck) He'd want it even more if he knew it was lethal (that's crazy) The dope came up (uh-huh), what, what? Been on my ten toes, yo (nack) I tap the jumper like it's Dominican dembow, bro (jokin') I feel invincible when I sing in the Benzo (vroom) Got upper and downers, Addies and benzos, yeah Diamond dancin' (uh), nine-hundred and ninety-six grams We lost a few in the unwrappin', more in the pan (yeah) F*ck it, the last twelve, they dropped back like Randall Cunningham (they did) I had to hop step on it like Ja Morant Then them tear pants with the candles (Stove) Scorpions on the Carmelo Anthony (Stove) They dropped me out the clouds I landed in coke water in the kitchen sink (woo) The answer is me (woo) I told the plug, "Make sure it's Tia Landry I want it to look like the last one you handed me" (I do) He hopped out swingin' the chopper like a canopy (brrt, bah, bah) I left my soul in the kitchen in my sanity (in my sanity) The flip phone do a hundred grand a week Angela Bassett, I had it flamin' in the street Fork in the pot, you hear the pan tink (tink, tink) Now I move it all hands-free My bitch doin' her make-up in the vanity, look like DaniLeigh (she do) I bought a Chanel bag, just to ride in a sprinter van full of keys And when she made it (when she made it) When she made it (when she made it) We celebrated when she made it When she made it, when she made it, Stove Peace, God God is love, God I love God Even with the Devil on my shoulder God is love, FLYGOD is forever Big Griselda, bigger villains One beginning, one ending (Conductor) Put the flash on him Benny the Butcher, man, how you feel, dawg? At the top of the world, but it's still all My boy Westside Gunn, nigga Put me on his damn back, said, "Get-Get 'em" And never mind what they talkin' 'bout Real niggas pull the money out when the drama out Real nigga put the money down, the drum out Millionaire, I'll pull the llama out your mama mouth Take the money out the damn bus, you on the couch Put the pistol in your daughter mouth, you on the couch We gon' go around the corner with that Glock .50 Poppin' off about a hundred at these pop niggas G-wagon and I'm G baggin' Bitch-ass nigga talkin' 'bout he heat clappin' And I done heard about your pussy-ass Next time I catch your boy, he rolled up in grass Count the cash, count the cash, man, I'm livin' fast So quick to do the homicide with the mask Take the mask off, broad day a nigga What the f*ck you wanna do about that cold killer? Chain vicious, what's the issue 'bout my damn dawgs? My boy, F.N.F, man, that's poppin' off Low-key, start to call Taboo, motherfucker, tell these niggas we goin' hard Real niggas do real things, but all many Bitch-ass niggas gon' hate, that's all in 'em Envy in us niggas, that's jealously, all hate You're desperate to see a nigga upstate The real in my eyes couldn't let that shit ride D-I-E as a nigga swallow his pride Never take my pride or my motherfuckin' stripes Knee deep in the bullet, am I, huh? The game be my wife, the lane be my ice The .45 steel to a nigga brain twice That .9 millimeter revolve a nigga Got that, got that bitch poppin' off, 'fore I solve you niggas Shoutouts to them boys who did that time Twans Hat, you my nigga, I did that line When the first time I seen that boy go to the Earth The first time I seen that boy go to the birth .38 Special, a killer, real right And every dime who hatin' the block all night F.N.F, f*ck niggas finances While the goddamn gold frame dances Griselda by Fashion Rebels
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Written by: Aaron Cooks, Alex Rosario, Alvin Lamar Worthy, Denzel Williams, Keisha Plum
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