Lyrics
What is the God Box? I was searching Who is the God Box? Everywhere Are you the God Box? But there I don't understand Or here Can you help me?
Yo, I didn't run from the mainstream, I swam right through it I Simon with the flow the way I move through the fluids Spit Druid, rare fluid seeping from your Caesar Selfish with the mic, I'm Mississippi Ebenezer Yeah, Chef Curry, no pot Klay Thompson in the third against Shaq with the Glock Yeah, .37 block block Yeah, I'm conscious with the pistol that I jot, still pop
Uh, I need every eager dollar Yeah, I spit it how I live it while you gargle and you swallow Yeah, uh, they call it follow through I took a jump shot but didn't break my wrist like you Ooh, but it's the motherfucking truth I have nothing against them but I do against you (Against you) Yeah, 'cause you motherfucking lying Yeah, you spit it like a gangster while these kids here dying
And these crackers out here trying To make melanin, I'm telling them
Bitch, it won't work, you want God? I think I seen God in a skirt (In a skirt) Yeah, she had deep black skin But she was looking for herself on the out and not the in
Sai, I love you I love me too The God Box I love me too