And I don't keep my head up, I keep it down cause God do Ay look, don't worship me, I'm not Christ I'm not God, but I try to be
Check, check, check check Damn right, I'm selling out In case one of my niggas go to jail, I can bail em out I heard that lucifer's the angel of music This is preposterous, so much for Gospel we all stupid Look, toast to the gods, til I'm on Boulevard That's where I was, pacing back and forth like I was on drugs And I was, but I was comin' up with some raw shit It was either this or hittin' licks with whats-her-name and them They had that work, turns out I'm sellin' crinnay anyway She been standin' in line since the AM just to hear my statements I ain't the black lipped bastard no more, I'm more mature Call me the black lipped pastor, I walk on holy water And Joseph ain't my father, holla
Many gon' come, many gon' go Only time'll tell, only God knows Coldest under moon, hottest under sun Many gon' come, but there is only one S-soul-o, soul-o, soul-o (There is only one) S-soul-o, soul-o, soul-o (There is only one) S-soul-o, soul-o, soul-o (There is only one) S-soul-o, soul-o, soul-o (There is only one)
I told Punch I'll probably get assassinated by the government Reverse psychology, they gotta keep me alive To make like what I'm sayin' is lies, surprise! I just left Burberry and dropped five, like I went half on a dime But not this time, Soul-o And I don't find it odd, I'm breakin' even Maybe I should've prayed to Jesus instead of Herbert Stevens I'd rather murder beats than murder people, for this reason I seek an instrumental when I'm tense to leave it bleedin' You a menstrel cycle with flower pedals to a Harley Rap Genius'll decode it for me No really, I came from nothin' You got here, but you came for nothin' No really, you came for nuttin', bitches, and money Me too, I came for change, too much pussy in this game Whats my motherfuckin' name?