TRU Bethel

Lyrics

[Intro: Conway the Machine] Yeah, mmm, hahaha God is the greatest He's been good to me Yeah, look [Verse 1: Conway the Machine] I know the Lord is protectin' me But I still keep me a chopper (I got it, nigga) Fifty up in the extendo No weapon that's for niggas, me that's gon' prosper (Brrr) Told you the game, I'ma lock up Bust the whole Cuban link, even the lock up (Bling) Free all the real niggas locked up Told the jeweler forty pointer the watch up, woo! Now the bitches gotta watch us (Talk to 'em) Now the bitches see I levelled up (Hah) You ain't on my level, I'ma level up (Uh) I just poured a deuce up in my 7-Up (Drink) Bitches I'm seducin' isn't regular Put the bitch in Gucci, I'ma dress her up (Woo) All this drip from Louis fill my dresser up (Cash) I can see the lord keep on blessin' us, woo! [Interlude: Conway the Machine] The Lord keep on blessin' us, man, hahaha He's been good, yeah Hahahaha [Verse 2: Conway the Machine] I'm not like the rest of you niggas I go to your hood, put a check on you, nigga A shooter pull up, pull a TEC to you, nigga Wet you then left you a vegetable, nigga (Brrr) That hoe shit you on unacceptable, nigga I shoot, I get foul, I get technical, nigga (Hah) Yeah, even before this Corona shit Still didn't wanna be next to you niggas (Hahahahaha) Yeah, look at my legacy, legacy (Woo) God just keep blessin' me definitely Yeah, fuckin' Vanessa and Stephanie Jeweler just bust the Rolex, he VS-in' me Yeah, can't give you the rest of the recipe (Nah) Bullets in the head and neck of me (Boom boom) Lately, I'm feelin' the hate and the jealousy But God is my shooter, my weaponry, woo! (Amen) [Interlude: Conway the Machine & 2 Chainz] God is my shooter, my weaponry Yeah, we blessed, man Hahaha, can't you tell? We blessed, baby Toni [Verse 3: 2 Chainz] They say the new 'Vette like a 'Rari ('Rari) Give you old game like Atari (Uh) I use big words like thesaurus Nobody hear a tree when it's fallin' in the forest, yeah (Timber) Give me my roses, where the florist? Yeah Got the folks hooked, no chorus, yeah Rest in peace True, word to Chuck, not Norris Now the whip not foreign, tow trucks like Morris Got all these rings like Horry (Horry) Never been me to worry (Worry) I want the reign, the glory Let her sleep in my chain for enjoyment If I start trappin', that's unemployment Rolls Royce, all the assortments (Assortments) Don't interfere with the fortress (Fortress) I leave a stain on the porches (Brr)