G.O.D

Imma live for my God and leave the devil on the side

When I’m focused up I worry bout to much and then I rhyme

I just love to keep my feeling bottled up all inside

Worried bout my time I got too much on my mind

You can tell me I been working for nothing cuz I ain’t gotta fan

Working in the heat inside my car cuz I ain’t gotta fan

Working without air it’s hundred degrees

I don’t really even care got me caught in the heat

I get chills when I’m alone I can sense the evil spirts

I get followed going home making music they can hear it

It could probably be my own family’s work so I don’t fear it

Working harder than you know This is a ship and i can steer it