DeAngelo Xavier - G.O.D. Changes Everything

How many tears you gone shed if I go
Uh probably a few
How many rhymes I gotta write till they know
Uh the fountain of youth
It's a myth to be young and rich
We not wealthy
Lord forgive me but it's kill or be killed
Simple threats won't move me or provoke me truly
This is real life
Niggas be living in movies
No investment
It's called self doubt
Niggas is selfish
Fuck up your money running they mouth
I bleed for hours uh
God rest my soul
I bleed for hours and nobody came to the rescue
As far as justice
Family members will avenge you
That's if you got some
Cause I don't have many
Plenty of friends though but they ain't really with me
The fakest
I felt related to some
Rule number one
Never trust ah open hand until collections are done
Many are spiteful and if their lives ain't going right
You can end up like me praying God for your life
But you my nigga
My day one
Taught me to fear none
We used to battle through it all
Been homies since day one
If I ain't have it and you had it never asking for once
If we had a problem you'd retaliate with a punch
Look how it ends now
Got my shirt red and I ain't buy it this way dying inside this way, uhm
Cause niggas spiteful and if their lives ain't going right
You can end up like me, praying God spare your life
You ain't my nigga
If you need someone to talk to
You can call me
I got you nigga
If you need something to hold on
You get it from me
Cause your my nigga
I'm trying to get away
I'm trying break through the cage
It's feeling like it's really my last days
If you ride for me
Ride for me
You're down for me
Down for me
Are you gone ride
How many tears you gone shed if I go
Uh probably a few
How many songs I gotta write till they know
Uh I'm missing a few
Nigga I'm heart broken
Feeling my knees scuffed up
Blue in my jeans purple
Watching the blood soak up
You ain't even turn back to watch me throw in the towel
I reached for your hand but only felt the rain when it showered
I'm gone
And to be honest it's fucked up nigga
Homie you're bitch made
Bullet wounds is itchy
God would've grazed'em if he had my back
Send'em a heat stroke
Give'em a heart attack or something, I'm begging
Make'em miss his chance of living In heaven
Keep'em tired while he resting
Getting caught with a weapon
Hope his tank on E and can't get away
Hoping the Boys catch'em
Cuff'em and put away
I hope he never get no pussy, you little bitch
Cause you're a has been
Hope you never get rich
Cause im spiteful and since my life ain't going right
You gone end up like me praying God save your life
You ain't my nigga
If you need someone to talk to
You can call me
I got you nigga
If you need something to hold on
You get it from me
Cause your my nigga
I'm trying to get away
I'm trying break through the cage
It's feeling like it's really my last days
If you ride for me
Ride for me
You're down for me
Down for me
Are you gone ride
We all lack religion when it boils to the flame
Bitches sell they whole body when it comes to the fame
Throw that ass for a nigga you'n know his real name
But call him daddy when he ain't even fathered a thing, It's crazy
But I'll hit it anyway
The social life it's been a phase
It's toxic it's paraphrased
Screen shots ah fuck your whole world up son
You get caught up with a lie you tried to cover for months absurd
But God got the answer for that
The lies, deception it feeds off hate dealing depression
Feeling like trauma to the brain like majagnia
Your sluggish and high for days it's natural it's paraphrased, we
Consumed to the drama, we hate
Anything positive we pray the drama awakes
The higher the stacks for the dummies who lie to they face
Knowing things are problematic when the drama dictates, we erase
Negativity fuck nigga I'm different
I ponder methods to put these niggas in place
I'm reaching for something higher
Rappers thinking they're great
You're just another trend that's looking to get erased
Norfolk, the land of the hard knocks
So be cautious cause you can get your shit rocked
This is not your average footage made from TicTok
And we are not the fucking Flintstones from Bedrock, yeah
Selling parties just to pay the rent or even
Hit the scope for the main for events, that's potent
The malls been dead since outlets open, no frontin'
And neighborhoods ain't bluffing them niggas thumping
And niggas only make the news just to make the news, attention
Youngins need supervision need a revision
Or fall from collision
That's the way that we learn
You'll lose every battle until the tables are turned, uh
Everything happens for a reason
And you'll fall for anything if you don't believe it
I swear to god

Written by:
DeAngelo Edmond

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