Without GOD Lyrics

I went from pennies to hardaway To beefs and the broccolis

To boots made of ostrich to Louis and all this shit

Only to find later I was soulless and wandering

Livin' like a young pharaoh to the sarcophagus

Now it's the opposite, spirit is lockin' up

Whippin' water in the river, pushin' the prophets up

Cash is just nonsense mane, pockets filled with loose change

Dashin' throughs outer space, crashin' this cosmic race

Do not resuscitate, do not resuscitate Cruisin' highways to heaven, you can't stop old Milky Ways

We got a world to gain and everything to lose

Used to serve China White, then I started sniffin' too

Then I became a drug lord to the Brad Cruise Quartermilly on the, uh, used and abused

Keep it on the property, that's the one rule It's a f*cked up way of thinkin' I'm a damn fool

Shootin' for the stars in the Draco constellation

Summer on Mars, Winter, Pluto for vacation

Young and flagrant, livin' life amazing I ain't chasin' hoes, yo, they chase me

I know you heard it all before, yeah, that good old day-ish

But ain't no good days when you a bad ways kid

Since first grade, I was on the bus, throwin' fists

Then I went home and I got my ass kicked, yeah

Now that I'm old, I know I deserved it

Mom had to take off from work, yo, I was in deep shit

She squared up to the principal, said, we got this

Thank you, Mama, love you, I know you tried your best, I

Always been an enfant terrible

You know there's some things we can't change

Without God, Yo I wouldn't be Shh

Without God, Yo I wouldn't be Shh

Without God, Yo I wouldn't be Shh

Without God, Yo I wouldn't be Shh

Without God, Yo I wouldn't be Shh

Without God, Yo I wouldn't be Shh

Without God, Yo I wouldn't be Shh

Without God, Yo I wouldn't be Shh

Without God, Yo I wouldn't be Shh

Without God, Yo I wouldn't be Shh

Without God, Yo I wouldn't be Shh

Without God, Yo I wouldn't be

They comparin highlights like they watchin reels

Me and them is day and night because i live in the real

Real, focus on your blessings yo not all your blessings real

some is from the devil use discernment and feel

Rappin' stupid crap Got him in a super max

Cappin in his rap, now his ass layin' flat

Bein' too real, get a mothafucka straight wacked

Cold facts this trap aint nothin like me and your paps boom-bap

The drums went boom, not the gt

The snares went bap, now their snares in the trap

I pray to God that nothin' ever happens

You never know when it's a wrap to this rappin