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Lyrics

[Verse 1] Work hard play hard, homeboy Everybody ain't calling out Got a mouthpiece from the Southeast If you want scrap, stall him out If you don't know what I'm talking about Then I feel good, man I'm balling out I'm a rich man with a rich, fam Christ bars got me out of Momma's house And I [Hook] Bless God, give thanks (whoa) Bless God, give thanks (give thanks) Bless God, give thanks (whoa) Bless God, give thanks (woo) Big God, big grace (whoa) Big God, big grace (big grace) Big God, big grace (whoa) Big God, big grace (woo) [x2] [Verse 2] God got me a spot picked Rap game kinda toxic Bunch of meth heads, let a tech spread Going hard in a mosh pit Got saved 'fore the clock ticked Linked up with the locksmith Praise God, got a blessed head Not a death bed from a Glock clip Everybody saying "Dooka dooka" But they web browse on their new computer Homie, everybody trying to shoot a Ruger And it's washed up, homie get a loofah Man, it's for the Son, we don't do the lunar And I'm in His wheel, better cue the Uber They be in the game but it's for the show, dog All they're missing is a pooper scooper Before you ask where the bars from Gotta ask what has God done Couldn't tell about Christ back then But I knew about God's son Ticked off, was a slick youth With a half moon, lots of misuse Then I hit booth, try to spit truth Like the queens bred with a chipped tooth Said a whole lotta "nah"s Not Nas like the MC Man, I'm talking about "nah"s For anybody come against me Trying to play the boy like a pipsqueak But without a God, I was mincemeat He defy the odds, play the bodyguard I'd have probably died homie, six feet Christ reign, never discreet Big stage, never mistreat Gotta big praise for the big chief Gotta big raise with a big suite [x2] [Hook] Bless God, give thanks (whoa) Bless God, give thanks (give thanks) Bless God, give thanks (whoa) Bless God, give thanks (woo) Big God, big grace (whoa) Big God, big grace (big grace) Big God, big grace (whoa) Big God, big grace (woo) [Verse 3] (Bless God, give thanks) (Bless God, give thanks) Yo I've been trying to tell you how the human heart is Black on black on black on black Back against the wall Trying to pluck you out your habitat They be talking stacks like it's Racks on racks on racks on racks Man, these mumble rappers getting Plaques on plaques on plaques on Plaques on plaques on plaques on Plaques on plaques We ain't have no money for the Frosted Flakes and Apple Jacks Homie, that's a Snapple fact Flipping like some acrobats Lock you homie, bet he got to Singing like the Rascal Flatts Homie we been talking get the money, get the loot Ante up, and stash to get the coupe Try to pitch a pack or hit the booth Try to get a stack or swish a hoop Homie, this a rap to spit to you 'Fore somebody clap and split your coof Bully on the side'll hit your roof Melon open wide to get the juice Anybody could run it and anybody could get it Anybody could gun it, then anyone get a ticket Anybody could dump it and anybody could lift it And anybody the money and anybody could spend it And anybody could pray and then anybody could visit And anybody could say it and anybody could listen And anybody could say it but anybody repented And anybody could pray and then anybody forgiven Ahh! Bless God, give thanks Bless God, give thanks Bless God, give thanks Bless God, give thanks Big God, big grace Big God, big grace Big God, big grace Big God, big grace Whoa!