God Over Money Cypher 2.0

Lyrics

[Intro: Datin & Sevin] Bizzle, Bumps, Selah, Sevin Datin, Boi-1da on the beat You already know what it is It's God Over Money, let's go! They know God Over Money (Come on) [Verse 1: Sevin] Welcome to mi casa, partner (Uh-huh) Let me walk ya into the kitchen, this sauce is proper (C'mon, mwah!) Like, every chef on this roster serve authentic pasta While these imposters give you a bowl of superstition (Haha, uh-huh) It's God Over Money, honey, the new edition (You know?) I make my peace by bathin' beneath the crucifixion (Rrr!) While they Judas-kissin', I'm tryna grow like a Chi-Chia pet (Mwah, yeah) So I'm beatin' my flesh into submission (Ugh) They want a coupe description, I hit the Philistine strip (Ugh, strip) In a guillotine whip- the roof is missin' (Whip) We surpassin' every facet of what you envision (Uh-uh) So ain't no fashion, it's just passion in my true religion (Woo) I make a student listen, His Word penetrates deep (Deep) Then generates heat like nuclear fission (Ugh) I aim straight for the lost, how can a shooter miss 'em? (Bow, grrow!) Put a cap on the cross, call me the super-Christian (Right?) [Verse 2: Datin] Even if your booth was explode-proof And you had the bomb squad wit' you and wore the whole suit It still would be no use, 'cause on them Pro Tools (Nope) I'm known to react like Goku when droppin' vocals (Yes!) G.O.M. is the go-to for that whole truth A gang of bold dudes on the frontline, and we won't move (Uh) You would think Bizzle cut the locks, chains and bolts loose Throughout the whole zoo, then freed the apes and formed this whole group (Yeah!) And it's like you rappers stranded on the Planet Of the Apes, and you're lookin' like bananas in pajamas (Uh) See, when the crew's by me, it's Jumanji: These animals will jump out the game and flood your street like a tsunami (Aah!) Stampedin', like when the elephants rush A small opponent, first, it's gored, then it's propelled from its tusk Then it's stomped until its cerebellum swells and it busts So tell Satan him and all his devils in hell'll get crushed [Verse 3: Bumps INF] Fix your gaze on the Lord above And sure enough, your eyes reveal a God of righteousness wit' a light that's so bright, it kills ya Death to the flesh, but still alive like Mike in "Thriller" But He can free up a trapped soul like Bryson Tiller Find the scripture, I am for realer, my mind is iller Than a Riker's island asylum filled up with violent killers Peep the irony, I used to hit the trees And now I abide in the Vine like I'm tryna climb and go find gorillas (Ah!) Man, no monkeyin' around Like when Steve Harvey gave Ms. Columbia the crown (Sike!) Same thing to any self-proclaimed king Kick that, Liu Kang, flu game sick as gangrene Lift the Great King, so you know we got to spit fire 'Cause my God's outstandin' like a hitchhiker Uh, can't brag on Him enough Ask me, the flow nasty like Flint water in cups, easy [Verse 4: Selah the Corner] It's Grand Skeena, God's 9 millimeter Livin' water by the river, come and get a liter And everybody talkin' 'bout they livin' fast But to God, you're a peon, I measure y'all in kilometers (Woo) I see 'em bluffin', sayin' nothin' like they dead in mind War and walk whatever is real like Palestine But I ain't trippin', to be honest, homie, half the time I'm just tryna keep Bumps calm like Calamine (Hahahahahahaha) They don't wanna know about Jehovah's graces Everybody got the works so that hammer go berserk In the buildin', and they seein' somethin' comin' Steady leavin' with they keys, like Taraji up in "Smoking Aces" (Woo!) And we ain't ever sittin' out Lifestyle over rap 'cause we live it out And from the start, I've been payin' from the heart Crazy how He art, like the word "heart" written out [Verse 5: Bizzle] I keep a big MAC for you small fries And I mob wit' a pair of pumps for you tall guys Off in the coffin, you goin' for the long ride And talkin' 'll get you tossed off and then hog-tied (Yeah!) See, the minute I spit what the killers spit (Uh) The first thing you think is "Hypocrite!" (Uh) But when he pop **** nine songs straight And start spittin' like me, on the tenth, you be feelin' it (Yeah) I say I'm a Christian, you stop listenin' "Like, why he always got to bring his religion in?" (Huh?) But every rapper you know mention God So it's kinda odd you only knockin' the ones livin' it (Real talk) They say, "You're too vocal on tracks, Biz" So they try to keep me under wraps like the ad-libs (Pssh) And cats been sleepin' on the flow But this hot sixteen'll put them back on they mattress (Yeah) By faith, I shine with no Diddy I don't move yayo for the buck, I'm no 50 I don't need henchmen for the Lord, I'm no Jimmy And I signed up ready to die, it's no biggie (Yeah!) Yes, I rep Yeshua, the Christ Best not test unless that pen shoot when it write (Blaow!) You in a fight? You finna lose, and if I Break all rules and apply to rap like you, you finna die (Yeah!) Mr. Hashtag rapper, Mike Brown, Trayvon (Rapper, huh?) Only time you promote peace is when they die It lasts 'bout a week, then it's back to the straps 'Cause your contract came wit' a stack and some K.Y. (Uh) Poisonous raps like crack in a pot Major labels like, "Here, serve that to your block" (Pssh) So I don't want to hear how you let TECs squeeze Let 'em cut a check, you be in a dress next week Bizzle