God Bless

Lyrics

[Intro: Grafh & Robotic Voice] And R.I.P. DJ Shay Understand how short life is [Verse 1: Grafh] Uh They prolly give me my roses after they honor me Stabbed in the back, after my heart collapses a artery I'm passionate (Uh) The fashion and art to match the discography Brought gangstas to the Grammys and gangsta rap to the Carnegie But still keep my eye in the scope like I practice photography (Cheese) The rice and the dope relaxin' in harmony (Ahh) Come fall in love with the dope boy Like Cupid practicin' archery in back of the pharmacy Oh boy Trapped in the trap is a part of me (Facts) The heroin in the spatula is almondy The crack turn to olives to feed back the economy Riskin' freedom so we never relapse into poverty (Uh) Please never rematch [?] dynasty (No) Or find coverage like when your insurance is relapsin' the policy (Uh) Step into my office, I'm rehashin' the policy (Uh) The diamonds in my chain are a free class in astrology I'm active, prayin' that all my street niggas make it out Your name on a bullet it's written sloppy, can you make it out? (Damn) Luck is a lady, I hope you makin' out (Ooh) She told me don't come but I didn't take it out (No) God bless (Uh) [Chorus: Grafh] I pray you make it out the hood, God bless I pray you make it out for good, God bless God bless Pray my niggas make it out the projects Babies havin' babies, this a process Mentally enslaved, well this a complex, I I hope you make it out the hood, God bless I hope you Rise [Verse 2: Grafh] Uh You would've knew who was real if you was familiar The grass ain't greener, them niggas usin' a filter Fuck jewelry, get real estate; make it you and the builder Fuck you and the jeweler; make it you and the realtor My heart [?] of gold, I ain't ever doin' it silver Pornstar, when I do it I film her Is your glass full of fluids, spillin', brewin' a filter That need the remedy I spoil you if you real and you loyal, I feed the energy You gotta earn the right to beef wit' me or be a friend of me You cowards ain't got enough power to be my enemy Stylin' even in trap houses, I need amenities I could scour the dirt in my shower and leave a legacy I'm powerful, but all I see ahead of me are trust issues 'Cause girls in happy relationships be DMin' me When I needed a hug, my bitch thought that I needed Hennessey Because I made my legal [?] illegal tendencies Trappin', my momma said [?], pray or believe it When you have a Black face, it's a rat race to the precinct I'm in the last game, shootin' at halfway from the bleachers Prayin' that my angels done castrated my demons As far as bein' [?], that man Shay is a genius This the soundtrack to [?] hand-painted Adidas The album sound like God's hand came in the speakers Virgin Mary, this album was handmade in the fetus And we made it elite, I'm just glad to say that he seen it But he passed away on his last day to complete it So Imma carry the weight til' my back's breakin' to pieces Fuck a back brace, I'm whippin' this crack shave into pieces Imma make sure your name on blast, play in arenas Until we meet again on that path taken to Jesus Bless you [Outro: DJ Shay] I feel that You have to, uh If- if you gon' make it in here, you have to be consistent You have to take this shit serious, like you take anyth- You gotta make sacrifices, just like you know you make sacrifices with anything else, like But this is my life, this is a way of life I get up everyday, roll a biscuit and make music And I prolly work twice as many hours, I work twice as many hours as most people Uh, every single day My average, I go to bed every night or just [?] He's like "Damn man, what time you been goin' to sleep?" I go to sleep every night between two or three o'clock And I'm up every morning by seven o'clock, seven thirty at the latest And I'm not- I'm not tired