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I'm chopping for the cross call it body language I been wearing it so long it's like a body painting I'm stretching out the word like palates training Since I been flexing on the verbs everybody anxious Mmmm man I ain't no what to do But I knew minds get influenced they ain't holding the truth It's real, I hear the devil talking where he at though I'm guessing since nobody's Famous homies back broke Guess who's bizzack the backpack snapback Rocker to ride a track like a diamond in the back I figured I'd fall off grinding all this crack But God given assignment I'll be rhyming until it's wack uh Whatever the price homie I'm Bob Barker It's probably going be money when the wheels turn Yea, the price right hold up never mind Homie It's God Over Money but I'm a still earn Yea, Man I was on the way to exile Until God got me doing the stitching up on my textile Cause I was trying to get up in my ex isles Sending smiley faces I was working on my text styles Get it, But I ain't really trying to waste no time Mentioning old like its glittering and gold Cause since the Lord came put a finish on my soul I been feeling Lauryn Hill He the sweetest thing I know And well done better than well said And with the Bread of Life I've been well feed Letras de cancionesCause I's steady cooking up in Hell's shed Before the homie seen the Light I should have fell dead Yea, darn right fell dead Yea yea, fell Dead Praise God I should have fell dead That's why I'm here Back in the lab again back smacking the track Yapping and other jabbering Back tackling wack scavenging back paddling Pap pappin and crap acting Clap clapping if it's nat cracking it's cat napping Back for the static with any port a potty cats Rapping and talking fly like half a million Africans In a Serengeti living tragic with all the savages uh Broken and battered skin I'm praying they laugh again It's to the master or I'm fading to the black again Displaying the wrath a sinner portraying the path to friend Trading a tragic end for Paradise and a passion to get it in I'm scrapping until the end cause I'm blood bought I'm finna die for it a lesson that love taught And I'm ride for it even though my one rag Couldn't get my stain off of one fault Say my God did it with one cross And I was thinking it was mine all the paper I was getting I was child like probably Neverland where I was living On that brown life Henny and a chalice I was sipping Then I heard God's Son and he told me it was written And I'm forgiven yea I'm forgiven yea I'm forgiven Yea yea man I'm forgiven Uh that feels good don't it Yea yea Hope Hop Said I don't know about y'all but I know bout us And it's God Over Money cause In God I trust you heard Said I don't know about us But it's God over Money cause In God I trust you heard Yea, I said know bout us And it's God Over Money cause in God I trust you heard Yea It's God Over Money From Letras Mania