THE FEAR OF GOD ft. Dante Higgins & Mark Byrd Lyrics

The Gods don't eat with slaves nigga

So don't be looking at my plate nigga

I cant give you none

My son three and I taught him how to go get his own

So why in the fuck would I share with a grown man

WTF you on

Im Bishop on the elevator

Keep playing with me

They gone have to get you off this elevator

We the Gods thats why they celebrate us

Split us up tryna interrogate us

Nigga my whole hood was full of Darth Vaders

I done seen stars go to war nigga

I done seen a fiend sell his car for that hard nigga

I done seen a pimp slap his hoe so damn hard

For fuckin off the bag

Made me rub my own damn jaw nigga on God nigga

This is chess scrabble and checkers

Pick a game

Mastered them all

My certificate up in a picture frame

My homie chose a brick of cane I went down a different lane

Years later saw him holding a cup tryna get some change

I pulled the car over

Heres the shirt off my back

Couldnt believe he went from selling crack to using crack

Whats up with that

I hop back in my car

I shed a tear I couldnt believe it

I got friends out here starving and Im complaining about my weekend Trippin

Back up on my fuck shit

Yo bitch on my bucket list

Got so many watches

You would think I had another wrist

Fuck wit Randy

He the wrong one dont make me up the stick

Magic Johnson I'm still alive and I been fuckin sick

Thats insane

20 years and counting Im Lebron James

Urkel was cool until Stephan came

A nigga went from throwing paper planes to flying on them

Boy have times changed

No spring forward

A different zone

So the time changed

Im in the booth

Im in a different zone so the rhymes changed

I show no mercy

Im this on purpose

We do close curtains

Im always working

We pray to god

And only get chicken from Churches