Jus Allah - G-O-D lyrics

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 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

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
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

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
This is me, this is you
This is we, this is G-O-D