G-O-D

[Verse 1: Jus Allah] Awww shit, my moms gonna be home before the blood dries It's so much, it could start a fucking mudslide So many niggas to kill, not enough time Y'all niggas don't deserve to see the fucking sunshine Your whole life, isn't even worth blunt rhinds You'll die first, weak pieces are the frontline Keep counting my kill, it could be a million I'm the reason that you check up on yo sleeping children I'm already high before I even smoke I try to stay afloat, while you got a whole in your boat Any choke coming my way, is getting poked Wet pussy all around me now, I'm getting soaked [Hook: Jus Allah] This is we, this is who? This is G-O-D, this is you This is we, this is who? Y'all want it to be, whatever y'all want it to be This is me, this is you This is we, This is G-O-D [Verse 2: Jus Allah] Yo, I can't spare love, for small ass niggas that I'm above You owe me your fucking life, you can pay me in blood Your spirit floats in the sky like arabian rugs I fiend for seeing you dead, hate is my drug I allow everything and all things, big and small things I got all the rings, calling shots, pulling all the strings You dumb motherfuckers worshipping a fallen king You're relying on the luck that your cross brings While I'm trying to abduct one of your offspring Cause I go through blood like soft drinks I could give a flying fuck what the law thinks I'm not a savage that's in love with the hog stink You wanna go against Allah's breed God speed When hell freeze and your motherfucking dog reads Carefull how you talk to gods who can part seas One thought and your motherfucking heart bleeds [Hook: Jus Allah] This is me, this is you This is we, this is who? Y'all want it to be, whatever y'all want it to be This is me, this is you This is we, this is who? This is G-O-D This is you, this is we This is who? Y'all want it to be, whatever y'all want it to be This is me, This is you This is we, this is G-O-D [Verse 3: Jus Allah] All praises due, Allah unshackle me Now it's like I got two eyes right in back of me Now it's like 9 lives keep track of me Nowadays I keep the fine dimes in the sack with me Nowadays I fuck, but I don't have a hat with me But I don't be fucking the bitches you be fucking that's nasty Y'all savages should be displaces like hazardous waste All you got is black space in the back of your face I'm from the master race exactly God of the planet, boss of the factory Life is a test, Islam is the strategy The father of reality, mom of the galaxy All y'all askin' for a taste of immaculate waste, have to wait The God doesn't practice in haste Never slacking in pace, Only lacking mistakes Im taking off the tablecloth without cracking the plates [Hook: Jus Allah] This is me, this is you This is we, this is G-O-D