Monica Blaire - G.O.D lyrics

G-O-D, G-O-D yeah

Sometimes I wonder who they pray to
And may view as God
Is it who pay you? Grey Goose, D'ussé, 2K
A new J shoe? Is it the fame? Going platinum
Or being critically acclaimed
Cigarettes smoke keeping you tame
The drug game, a Gucci belt
Shooting trick dice, the cards loosely dealt
The coke line that John Belushi smelt
How the coochie felt, a gold chain
The ego that lives in the control brain
The broken heart where you hold pain
Thе bad blood that flows through a cold vein
Is it power pushing powder?
Sweet tooth for sour diеsel
Trees roll every hour, diamonds
Cartier frames with the ten on the eye lens
A fly Benz
The ill street reps setting off sirens


Maybe likes on the ’Gram
Guns that don't jam, the taste of ham
A scam caught on video cam, damn!
Cause many die for what they was talking out
What do you praise? What's over everything?
I’m talkin bout

G-O-D (Gold, oil, and diamonds)
G-O-D (Gram, ounces, and drug sales)
G-O-D (Guns, office, and dollars) yeah, ay!
Tell me what do you believe in, is it
(Gold, oil, and diamonds)
G-O-D (Gram, ounces, and drug sales)
G-O-D (Guns, office, and dollars)
Tell me what are you believing in?

Tell me what do you believe
What you worshipin'
That you put over the air you breathe (Oh)
Don't let the things that you see
With these two eyes deceive (See)
Tell me what do you believe
That's tied into what you perceive (Believe)
What you should have or achieve
Don't be like Eve
I almost saw that in a girl (See it)
Couldn't keep her off of my
Mind I'd do anything (Gone)
She had my heart and soul but I was blind
I almost saw that in the world (World)
I was losing sleep
Up late not taking care of myself (Sleep)
Creating something for my fans
To think and appreciate

I knew this youngin' from around the way
Down to stay active to get some paper
Would climb a fire escape or hop
Gaze to pull off a caper
School was never priority
Nor was he forced to go
Normally, every morning he stuck in court
Moving accordingly
Served his mother but paid the rent
He recalling car hopping with ballers
And all the windows on the Escalade were tint
That’s why he just wanted some wheels
Filled with pills, dollar
Bills, grills, thrills, shawty with skills
The he’d bang her out of her heels
Neck and wrist, some chills
Make it hot with the mixtapes
Speak on all of his deals
Who he clicks with and who he kills
Watching circle the city through titty clubs
To the pretty side of town
Back to the gritty part
He can't outsmart the witty
His enemies heard the worst
He snitched on himself in a verse
The’ll find him and let it burst
If police don't get to him first, damn!
'Cause many die for what
Then was chalkin' out
What do you praise, what’s over everything?
I'm talkin' bout

G-O-D (Gold, oil, and diamonds)
G-O-D (Gram, ounces, and drug sales)
G-O-D (Guns, office, and dollars) yeah, ay!
Tell me what do you believe in, is it
(Gold, oil, and diamonds)
G-O-D (Gram, ounces, and drug sales)
G-O-D (Guns, office, and dollars)
Tell me what are you believing in?

Tell me what do you believe
What you worshipin'
That you put over the air you breathe (Oh)
Don't let the things that you see
With these two eyes deceive (See)
Tell me what do you believe
That's tied into what you perceive (Believe)
What you should have or achieve
Don't be like Eve
I almost saw that in a girl (See it)
Couldn't keep her off of my
Mind I'd do anything (Gone)
She had my heart and soul but I was blind
I almost saw that in the world (World)
I was losing sleep
Up late not taking care of myself (Sleep)
Creating something for my fans
To think and appreciate
G-O-D (Gold, oil, and diamonds)
G-O-D (Gram, ounces, for drug cells)
G-O-D (Guns, office, and dollars, yeah, ay)
Tell me what do you believe in, is it
(Gold, oil and diamonds)
G-O-D (Gram, ounces, for drug cells)
G-O-D (Guns, office, and dollars)
Tell me what are you believing in?

Shit, I remember when all you had
To have was good ol' dick
Now these girls want
Every motherfuckin' think
I remember when all you could have
Was G-O-D good ol' dick
They want everything now
G-O-D, shit that's what a bitch want
Every motherfuckin' thing
She don't even know what God is no more
Bitch told me
She said "I want the purse with the boots"
I'm like "Bitch
Who told you I was getting the purse?"
Yeah man, G-O-D, dawg, times done changed
It's good that we're talking about God
Though lot of shit done played out
Niggas ain't wearing Guess no more
True Religion, two for 50
G-O-D ain't nothing like good old dice game
G-O-D ain't nothing like a woman with
A good old deep throat