Rudy Geee - Right With God

Love it when i drop just as much as the deposit
Said they had it but how the he'll if I'm the one who brought it
They still waiting on the change while i already copped it
Been writing way before these rappers came up out the closet
Only brave with their hands when they in the comments
Yo im to busy making progress
Keep that bs off my conscience
And keep them haters taking losses
Fighting on the go told god we had to box it
Im glad we're wearing mask cuz most people toxic

I don't give them smoke rather give it to my lungs
Conversations with my family never done
I dont mean to ignore ive been focused on the funds
Do it all myself something like russ
Green faces only few that I can trust
We got the sauce and the bread plus we taking on all the crumbs

Summertime big boss feel like santorini greece
The top ain't enough when theres no where else to reach
Stop the lying boy practice what you preach
All of this stress got me blowing like cheech
Chosen one that's the type of shit im on
Who else shall i fear boy if i stand right with God

Elon Musk trying reach me out in space
I dont blame'm cuz on earth theres to much hate
Smoking by the beach the thing that keeps me sane
I dont put my faith in man cause only God can save

Dont do favors cuz its always in my odds
Cut em off
Theres no one else to fear when you stand right with God

I've been aiming for the top
Latin phenomenon gotta go and put me on
Michael jackson how i walk the walk
You a man better learn to talk
Or better yet get right with God

Summertime big boss feel like santorini greece
The top ain't enough when theres no where else to reach
Stop the lying boy practice what you preach
All of this stress got me blowing like cheech
Chosen one that's the type of shit im on
Who else shall i fear boy if i stand right with God

Control the circle they couldn't shut me off
Called their bluff only showed me what side they're on
Theres some men that really want me gone but
Who else shall i fear if i stand right with God

From the 9 to LA
Even up to the bay
You gone see me ride this wave
Pressure on my shoulders but you know i never cave
Preaching to the kids not they want me on the stage
I had to look inside my soul
Everything was getting old yo
God throwing the blessings and i got the glove of gold

Summertime big boss feel like santorini greece
The top ain't enough when theres no where else to reach
Stop the lying boy practice what you preach
All of this stress got me blowing like cheech
Chosen one that's the type of shit im on
Who else shall i fear boy if i stand right with God

Written by:
Rodolfo Gomez

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