Bizzle, Bumps INF, Selah the Corner, Datin, Sevin - God Over Money Cypher 2.0 lyrics

Bizzle, Bumps, Selah, Sevin
Datin, Boi-1da on the beat
You already know what it is
It’s God Over Money, let’s go! They know
God Over Money (Come on)

Welcome to mi casa, partner (Uh, huh)
Let me walk ya into the
Kitchen, this sauce is proper, like-
(Mwah) every chef on this roster
Serve authentic pasta
While these imposters give you
A bowl of superstition (Haha, uh huh)
It's God Over Money, honey, the new edition
(You know?) i make my peace by
Bathin' beneath the crucifixion (Ugh)
While they Judas-kissin'
I'm tryna grow like a Chi-Chia pet
(Mwah, yeah)
So I'm beatin' my flesh into submission (Ugh)
They want a coupe description
I hit the Philistine strip (Strip)
In a guillotine whip
(Whip) - the roof is missin'
We surpassin' every facet of
What you envision (Uh, uh)
So ain't no fashion
It's just passion in my true religion (Woo)
I make a student listen
His Word penetrates deep (Deep)
Then generates heat like nuclear fission
(Ugh) i aim straight for the lost
How can a shooter miss 'em? (Bow, grrow)
Put a cap on the cross
Call me the super-Christian (Right?)

Even if your booth was explode-proof
And you had the bomb squad wit'
You and wore the whole suit
It still would be no use
(Nope) , 'cause on them Pro Tools
I’m known to react like
Goku when droppin' vocals (Yes)
GOM is the go-to for that whole truth
A gang of bold dudes on the frontline
And we won’t move (Uh)
You would think Bizzle cut the locks
Chains and bolts loose
Throughout the whole zoo
Then freed the apes and
Formed this whole group (yeah)
It’s like you rappers stranded on the Planet
Of the Apes
And you lookin' like bananas in pajamas (Uh)
See, when the crew's by me it's Jumanji:
These animals will jump out the game and
Flood your street like a tsunami (Aah)
Stampedin', like when the elephants rush
A small opponent, first, it's gored
Then it's propelled from it's tusk
Then it's stomped until it's cerebellum
Swells and it busts
So tell Satan him and all his
Devils in hell'll get crushed

Fix your gaze on the Lord above
And sure enough, your eyes reveal a
God of righteousness wit' a light so bright
It kills ya death to the flesh
But still alive like Mike in "Thriller"
But He can free up a
Trapped soul like Bryson Tiller
Find the scripture, I am for realer
My mind is iller
Than a Riker's island asylum filled
Up with violent killers
Peep the irony, I used to hit the trees
And now I abide in the Vine like
I'm tryna climb and go find gorillas (Ah)
Man, no monkeyin' around
Like when Steve Harvey gave
Ms columbia the crown (Sike)
Same thing that any self-proclaimed king
Kick that, Liu Kang
Flu game sick as gangrene
Lift the Great King
So you know we got to spit fire
'Cause my God's outstandin' like a hitchhiker
Uh, can't brag on Him enough ask me
The flow nasty like Flint water in cups easy

It's Grand Skeena, God's 9 Millimeter
Livin' water by the river
Come and get a liter
And everybody talkin' 'bout
They "livin' fast"
But to God, you're a peon
I measure y’all in kilometers (Woo)
I see 'em bluffin', sayin' nothin'
Like they dead, um, i'm
Warrin' wit' whatever is real like Palestine
But, I ain’t trippin', to be honest, homie
Half the time
I'm just tryna keep Bumps calm like Calamine
(Haha)
They don’t wanna know about Jehova's graces
Everybody got the works or
That hammer go berserk in the buildin'
And they seein' somethin' comin'
Steady leavin' with they keys
Like Taraji up in "Smoking Aces" (Woo)
And we ain’t ever sittin' out
Lifestyle over rap 'cause we live it out
And from the start
I've been payin' from the heart
Crazy how He art
Like the word 'heart' written out

I keep a big MAC for you small fries
And I mob wit' a pair of
Pumps for you tall guys off in the coffin
You goin' for the long ride
And talkin' 'll get you tossed
Off and then hog-tied (yeah)
See, the minute I spit what the killers spit
(Uh)
The first thing you think is "Hypocrite!"
(Uh)
But when he pop niggas nine songs straight
And start spittin' like me, on the tenth
You be feelin' it (yeah)
I say I'm a Christian you stop listenin'
Like, "Why he always got to
Bring his religion in?" (Huh?)
But every rapper you know mention God
So, it's kinda odd you only
Knockin' the ones livin' it (Real talk)
They say, "You're too vocal on tracks, Biz"
So they try to keep me
Under wraps like the ad-libs (Pssh)
And cats been sleepin' on the flow
But this hot sixteen'll put them
Back on they mattress (yeah)
By faith, I shine with no Diddy
I don't move yayo for the buck, I’m no 50
I don't need henchmen for the Lord
I'm no Jimmy
And I signed up ready to die, it's no Biggie
(yeah) yes, I rep Yeshua, the Christ
Best not test unless that pen
Shoot when it write (Blaow)
You in a fight? You finna lose, and if I
Break all rules and apply to rap like you
You finna die (yeah)
Mr hashtag rapper, Mike Brown, Trayvon
(Rapper, huh?)
Only time you promote peace is when they die
It lasts 'bout a week
Then it's back to the straps
'Cause your contract came wit' a
Stack and some KY (Uh)
Poisonous raps like crack in a pot
Major labels like, "Here
Serve that to your block" (Pssh)
So I don’t want to hear
How you let TECs squeeze
Let 'em cut a check
You be in a dress next week bizzle