Conway the Machine and 2 Chainz - TRU Bethel

Yeah
God is the greatest
He's been good to me
Yeah, look

I know the lord is protectin' me
But I still keep me a chopper (I got it, nigga)
Fifty up in the extendo, no weapon that's for niggas
Me is gon' prosper (brr)
Sold you the game, I'ma lock up
Bust the whole Cuban link, even the lock up (bling)
Free all the real niggas locked up
Told the jeweller, forty pointer the watch up
Woo, now the bitches gotta watch us (talk to 'em)
Now the bitches see I levelled up (hah)
You ain't on my level, I'ma level up (uh)
I just poured the deuce up in my 7-Up
Bitches I'm seducin' isn't regular
Put the bitch in Gucci, I'ma dress her up (woo)
All this drip from Louis fill my dresser up
I can see the lord keep on blessin' us (woo)

The Lord keep on blessin' us, man
He's been good, yeah

I'm not like the rest of you niggas
I go to your hood, put a check on you, nigga
A shooter pull up, pull a TEC to you, nigga
Wet you, then left you a vegetable, nigga (brr)
That ho shit you on unacceptable, nigga
I shoot, I get foul, I get technical, nigga (hah)
Yeah, even before this Corona shit
Still didn't wanna be next to you, nigga (hahahaha)
Yeah, look at my legacy, legacy (woo)
God just keep blessin' me, definitely
Yeah, fuckin' Vanessa and Stephanie
Jeweller just bust the Rolex, he VS-in' me
Yeah, can't give you the rest of the recipe (nah)
Bullets in the head and neck of me
Lately, I'm feelin' the hate and the jealousy
But God is my shooter, my weaponry (woo)

God is my shooter, my weaponry
Yeah, we blessed, man
Hahaha, can't you tell?
We blessed, baby

Tony
They say the new 'Vette like a 'Rari ('Rari)
Give you old game like Atari (uh)
I use big words like the sirens
Nobody hear a tree when it's fallin' in the forest, yeah (timber)
Give me my roses, where the florist?
Yeah, got the folks hooked, no chorus, yeah
Rest in peace True, word to Chuck not Norris
Now the whip knocked forward
So twist like Morris
Got all these rings like Horry (Horry)
Never been me to worry (worry)
I want the ring, the glory
Let her sleep in my chain for enjoyment
If I stop trappin', that's unemployment
Rolls Royce, all the assortments (assortments)
Don't interfere with the fortress (fortress)
I leave a stain on the porches (brr)

Written by:
Demond Price, Tauheed Epps

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