God Rap Songtext
von Z‐Ro

Yeah
2 Thessalonians 1 and 5
And it reads follow
Fuck all y′all niggas
And fuck you too
Van Dross

Ayy, man

Wrote to please, do some God rap
I can't remember where God at
But I′m ridin' around with my guard strapped
High as Heaven on my God pack
I'm lost, I need to get God back
These fake cuz and these fraud daps
They get swift punches and get hard slapped
Follow them bitches and when they park
Do target practice where they cars at


Kill them motherfuckers, never repent
′Cause I swear to God my heart black
I became a civilian, stopped being a soldier
I think it′s time for me to start back
I tried to be righteous but that ain't work for me
Now I wanna be where the war at

Bitches out here so disrespectful
I can′t deal with it, this shit is stressful
Fuck a relationship, it's the devil
My love lost but that bitch successful
Some of my niggas ain′t really my niggas
So some of my niggas are really opps
When murder come get 'em, I act like I miss ′em
I'm sayin' I′m sad but I′m really not
They say I'm a sociopath and I don′t feel nothin'
Like I give a shit or not

I can′t even cry when my real niggas die
I be tryna process it but it's a lot
It′s R.I.P. to Big Pokey, nigga
That was really my homie, nigga
Lil' Keke need him, can we have him back?
Swap him out for one of these phony niggas


Watch out, I take your soul
I live here where no man goes
God-like but I pack that pole
Bet they gon' remember me (God rap)
Bitch niggas better praise my name (Woo)
Van Dross, I′m a young hot flame (Ayy)
I been here ever since I came (Ayo)
Bet they gon′ remember me (God rap)

Decisions, decisions, Draco or the AR?

Locate my enemies then bring 'em to me
Or I go where they are (Where they go)

I got government gadgets
I see the pink, yellow, and blue on my radar

I′m tryna yell or take somethin'

It′s serious business, my nigga, now this ain't a play war (Yeah)
Never been the type to sue somebody (No)
Always been the type to shoot somebody (Yeah)
You gang up on niggas when you the scary type
I guess that′s how you do somebody (Yeah)
That's why you gotta lose somebody (Yeah)
I guess it's time for me to choose somebody (Yeah)
Sacrifice like I′m an Illuminati (Yeah)
Ayy, man, amen then (Woo)
Pirelli my tires and murder for hire

You don′t wanna know where my van been (Woo)
Oh, let me out though, you— (Ooh)
From Boyz n the Hood, stop actin' like the man then (Woo)
I′m the motherfucker they be talkin' ′bout

Catch you slippin', we can handle business, my nigga
And you won′t be able to walk it out

Oh, they wanna have a conversation and shit
But nah, I'm not able to talk it out

See, these niggas wanna put a name on the wall
And then after that, they wanna cross it out

All I wanna do is let you know who the man is (Yeah)
Oh, none of my niggas on One Deep Entertainment live in no motel (Ayy)
Every one of my niggas successful as fuck
They ain't tryna get good or no wholesale (Wholesale)

Watch out, I take your soul

(Shoutout to my nigga Cooko first)
I live here where no man goes
(He comin′ down in Jerry and cars)
God-like but I pack that pole

(Shoutout to my nigga Rico)
Bet they gon′ remember me (God rap)
(He comin' down in Jerry and cars)
Bitch niggas better praise my name
(Shoutout to my nigga DJ Heaven)
Van Dross, I′m a young hot flame
(Oh, he comin' down in Rolls Royce and Jerry and cars)
I been here ever since I came (Ayy, ayy)
Bet they gon′ remember me (God rap)

You niggas ain't gotta ask me to borrow
Bitch-ass thing, nigga
Church