To god My life i will commit Celibacy On a fasting tip Prayer first Don't forget that script Our body's a temple That's god's gift Life's hard But god will soften it Tell a non believer Find god and commit God sent me Call me god's gift Corrupt babylon Got you doing shifts Meanwhile they at home with their kids Or at the very least On a family tip Living off all your taxes Ensuring they evade all taxes You're content and silent So must like slave ish The thought alone Just gives me the ick Work, home, sleep That's some slave shift (Awww) look at babylon's sheep All asleep on the slave ship How you built like a corpse Talking reckless That's why the mandem Took off your necklace I'm a sag I'm emotionally reckless They sending pharmacist To play hood bloody tetris We aligned So we fasting for breakfast You're lost So you go to the chemist Welcome to london Where it's always cold And where you might get Robbed for your coat On god We tired of being broke We tried the broke life It was a joke One day we will act broke Cause we got the tax man at our throat For the record I walk with the holy ghost Hence why i only speak parables I started rapping Just to stunt on foes I made a way When they told me no I came from no where So your mind their is boggled The enlightened will overstand this flow Welcome to london Full of lost souls And if your a young king you might not get old They playing death run With our babies yo It all went left when they brought in the poles I came to enlighten I didn't come to blow God sent me This is god's flow I praise his name Just so they know Stop comparing me To all these stinky woes They out here selling Gina on the low It's already written So of course i'm gonna blow I started rapping Just to stunt on foes Now i'm gonna Surpass all my goals May our bank accounts Grow May we billi up Before we get old I tried acting But wasn't getting roles The game's rigged Just so you know They show god's artists We're too god to blow Then push Satan's artists With stolen god flows Do you think that's coincidental? But we you speak You're called broke and bitter yo Yet we rise we can never fold Can't you see We got god in our soul And that power Can't be replicated bro They favour satan Forget god That's their code We see their bs This world's cold I'm here to change the game So i had to be bold I'm just saying That's just how they roll They tryna rob us for our souls They robbing us to fund their pedos A dead peodophile can't reoffend This world is sick We need god in our ends Game full of actors We call them mike myers How you ageist and looking retired Heard yours raps A they sounding retired Satan's art And they calling it fire Can't write So they hire ghost writers Wrote the song But they didn't give credit Curves for days Yo you best check the edit I remember the days When i didn't have credit Now i'm chasing new money I want it imbedded They can never stop us Because this is god given To stop corruption I'm on a mission Touch any of my people Then you coming up missing I told my people Yo I got a vision I don't wanna be Mentally imprisoned Remember They rather see you Dead or in prison If you say it out loud Then you should know That it's already written So be careful what you put out Into the universe