Look They call me Bizzle, I can spit it with the best of them I'm a rider for the Father and his S-O-N Did it for the love of God, no check, no ends Still blessed, no diamonds on my neck, no gems Let a hater be a hater, I labor for the Maker And it ain't about the paper, gotta cater like a waiter I'm giving Him my best, straight Anita Baker 'Cause they ain't eat but they ain't tryna say they need a Savior Finna get it popping, gotta let the hood know They bigger than the block is and quitting's not an option They throwing you a curve ball, pitching you the nonsense Like college is for idiots and prison's where it's popping Game is throwed off, it's no longer artistic It's bar-for-bar wicked if you're hocking all lyrics Learned to profit off of down-talking all women Placing all that's opposite of God's laws in all children Tell the truth, dog, you don't hate me 'cause I'm lying You hate it just 'cause you ain't wanna change it and I'm trying Saying it will endanger the paper that you eyeing Good, 'cause paper ain't the aim of my assignment God over money, my new way of living A state of mind that would'a kept plenty outta prison It's hope for the young if the grown-ups'd grow up And be the role models rappers should'a been for us Bizzle Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah (Yeah) Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Straight up, man (Hog Mob) Let's go Game recognize game, I been OG I'm a specimen, embedded in the M-O-B Very aware of the inheritance that's meant fo' me (Uh-huh) He went to the low key to pay my intro fee (The cross) So free am I, rolling like a Semi (Ah) Plus the flow is colder than the snow be out in NY To silence us, it's gonna take some violence and a miracle (Uh-huh) Our sight is that of Silas, it excites us something terrible (Woo) We're wearing the apparel that you say is so unbearable (Ah) We Jericho or Pharaoh, don't get buried in the parables Boy, it's survival of the fittest (Boy, hahahaha) And I'm moving with tribe that was described within Leviticus I'm living this with no love for the opposition (Nah) You'll know my position soon as you pop the disc in (You will, uh-huh) Listen, I'm bringing sight into your God-less vision (What?) So hopefully you'll be discipled before you're locked in prison (Wow) New breed of Christian, set free, not conditioned (Nah) All we need is God's permission, obedient flock addition (Right) Off-top submission, go hard, pop ignition (Ah) I'd rather have the Father's riches than a pot to piss in (Woo) For your information, my soul has been appraised, and It's got a sign on it saying "No solicitation" (Nah, not for sale, man) Rap is just a vice for me, I could do what you do But you're doo-doo, I'm likened to a viking or a Zulu (Sevin) Since I put God over bread I'll have as much money as there is sky overhead See, that paycheck-to-paycheck survival is dead Sow good, reap better, that's my motto instead Mind-state Kingdom, flow otherworldly These pigpen rappers can't go where my pearls be Lames, should give 'em all swirlies Swear they rough and tough, really, softer than my girl's feet No callous, spread love, no malice Except towards the Prince of the Air, no palace His kingdom's like a three-legged chair, no balance 'Bout to fall down the hole of the hair, no Alice Life's in 3D, I don't need the glasses How to be an MC, I'ma teach the classes Airways are filthy, so I'ma bleach the masses And y'all can have that fast life, I'ma be molasses Slow steady, flow heavy and it's sweet too I be spittin' bars just to satisfy my sweet tooth Feedin' 'em in God's house, catch me in the streets too Where they feast on fear, don't come out here 'cause they may eat you Ha, I'm made for this, Bible plagiarist You monkey rappers, you could never be as ape as this Inherit abundance, nah, there's no escaping it Money always finds me, never catch me chasing it