August

Lyrics
[Intro] What is the God Box? (I was searching) Who is the God Box? (Everywhere) Are you the God Box? (But there) I don't understand (Or here) Can you help me? (Yeah) [Verse] I didn't run from the mainstream, I swam right through it A salmon with the flow the way I move through the fluid Spit druid, red fluid seeping from your Caesar Selfish with the mic, a Mississippi Ebenezer Yeah, chef Curry, no pot Klay Thompson in the third against Shaq with the Glock Yeah, thirty-seven, block, block Yeah I'm conscious but the pistol that I got still pop Uh, I need every Iguodala Yeah I spit it how I live it while you gargle and you swallow Yeah, uh, they call it follow through I took a jump shot but didn't break my wrist like you Ooh, but it's the motherfucking truth I have nothing against them but I do against you (Against you) Yeah, 'cause you motherfucking lying Yeah, you spit it like a gangster while these kids here dying (Dying) And these crackers out here trying To make melanin, I'm telling them (Telling them) Bitch it won't work You want God? I think I seen God in a skirt (In a skirt) Yeah, she had deep black skin But she was looking for herself on the out and not the in [Outro] Sigh, I love you (I love me too) The God Box (I love me too)
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Credits
- Writers
- David Banner