All these faking got me feeling not in my element
If you ain't lived through it do not embellish it
If it ain't the truth it's irrelevant, it's evident
We here to cut the spokes off the bull that your pedalling
Ain't no White House, Heaven is my resident
We the lighthouse, Yeshua the president
Hit the block where the gospel ain't never been
Living water blowing out the trunk like an elephant
This cross ain't for stunting, boy you know what sup (know what sup)
God over money then you know what sup (you know what sup)
I'm prayin for the hood like the motors duck
Take you to my godfather and get your homie touched
Made a shift, God burst it so you know it pushed
I see the love is gone, where they put it at?
This world's so cold I think I need a knitted cap
I handle a bubble goose with a bigger gap
Bubblin the truth, so what you think of that?
Chain breaking bout that soul when it really though
They ain't really with it, that's just in they video
Say just what I want, I'm a G, you don't hear me though
Got life but ready to die like I'm Biggie though
It's God over money, but money's a tool
Might go to jail if you don't go to school
Your black and Latinos across the whole nation
They standing up wanting to just holding their truth
So they confused they don't know what to do
Know that they lose, don't know that they're fools
I show them the roots and told them the news
And tell them their value is more than their shoes
Get your life up on the move
Christ is the road to choose
These suckers blow this, then lust in showbiz and disgust and mold this
Made them put a price on their souls and for a few bucks they sold it
And they take the truth and they stretch it like they instruct aerobics
They make it look like all this sin is cool, they corrupting yo kids
We must expose it, like lock some loaded in a cannon in scripture
Our clutch is just explosive as nuke bombs in Russia's holdin'
Listen up and go live to use this cannon to adjust they focus
And point to one that can save these souls from destruction, yo biz ([Bizzle:] what sup)
I pray when they hear this track they do more than cheer and clap
I pray they see this picture clear as Miramax
So this stands the track that spirits would just tear and snack
We spit them lyrics that'll pierce them cats with the spears in pack
And mash on these rappers 'cause the youth don' t need to hear this crap
This cross ain't for stunting boy you know what sup (you know what sup)
If it's God over money then you know what sup (you know what sup)
Have you mag's up twistin' my fingers and I throw it up
Chow wow be my click, we keep the serpent in the cobra clutch
