The Lord's Prayer

Lyrics

[ Verse 1: S God ] Everybody wanna be a part of the kingdom But no one wants to put the work in so I don't need 'em The streets buzzin' people wanna eat so Imma feed 'em The rap game full of followers so Imma lead 'em You beating me I don't hear it The power of 1000 warriors is embodied in my lyrics You can break my bones but you can never break my spirit They know my shit's the future so that's why they wanna fear it Boy the fuck you thought was gonna happen Yeah your girl at my cabin and she got her ass clappin' Ate that pussy need a napkin she can feel the fuckin passion Imma drape her up in satin cause my money never lackin' I Don't know why the fuck you doubting me All the non believers now preachin' that they proud of me People that looked down on me now constantly surrounding me Got an AK I'm my own fuckin' shooter I ain't no shit from a fuck ass loser Got the gang in the mustang we some damn troopers And we execute fuckers like apps on computers Never runnin' out of ammo got the drum on the ruger agh Now its beamers double parking, fuck payin' the meter In your club, on your couch, got paid to be here On your girl rubbin' on my favorite features How could they tease us, only wanted Ben Franklins and Mona Lisas [ Hook: S God ] Jesus Jesus Jesus Man, I might fuck round lose my mind I gotta break out I'm on a steakout On your farm or your lakehouse [ Verse 2: S God ] S God the savior Imma lead you to the holy land Where there's money, liquer, women, clothes, fast cars and Rollies man Got the prayer for the people 'cause they need it Last supper seems that everybody's here this evening They wanna test my truth they wanna put me on a cross Lyin', frontin', acting like I'm not a motherfuckin' god All disciples strapped with rifles Ain't no peace for the rivals I spit scriptures like a bible Dick bigger than the Eiffle shuttin' shit down on arrival [ Verse 3: S God ] Got it on lock all these sheep wanna copy 300 Spartans couldn't even fuckin' stop me At least 20 bad bitches got 'em all on me Got so many guns my armory like an army Gang fuckin' mobbin' yeah we wildin' in the streets Cause a fuckin' revolution with my words on the beat Government controls ain't no individuality Protect what I got fuckin' territoriality Tear a hole in space and I'm tearing through reality Talkin' disrespect ain't no fuckin' hospitality Uh Aim to kill, lethality Agh Give a fuck 'bout legality I'm the Don bitch call me The Godfather Last homie tried to test and he got slaughtered Fresh to death bitch I be stunntin' in some joggers With a Bape hoodie on people watching me like stalkers Bow to your god I'm the fuckin' overlord Drug lord armed with a fuckin' nova sword If she ain't givin' booty then she goin' overboard Zombie horde in the ward then we peel off in some Fords 4 door king with the rims lookin bling Got them bitches steady spinnin' when the light hits it gleam Got my bank account filled I be gettin' cash so you know my motto's like Wu Tang when I say C.R.E.A.M God didn't make me bitch I did it for myself Where his ass was at when I was grindin' for my wealth Where his ass was at when I was grindin' by myself Nowhere to be found so I don't credit him with help Bitch