God's Land (Feat. Guilty Simpson & Alec Morgan)

He pray death to all my enemies Let this energy float to me Honestly and this could be an extension of me Before he hopped out the coupe and nodded to his boy in the back If you see something shoot Two in the back, a few in the front, and one on the roof He said, “Look out, his moms had a cookout” We did the same thing Got an image to maintain Fight fire with flames, shit is insane, I read an article in Time Magazine Said if we werе in suit the issue would solve itsеlf, where is the proof, huh? The way I see it, stop kicking the damn seat We’d be there in a minute then, I swear if you retreat now Roll the windows down, slow the car to set us down, let off all your rounds, let ‘em know this our town Get back It’s what we do, shit it is what it is I’m only doing this so we can skip right over my kids Get ‘em fam, put one two, right in his lid Unknowingly next door a young boy notices real life Clipped wings is common around here These young revolutionaries is living fear Hang the verdict of a slug in your coupe That’s why stoop kids now afraid to leave his stoop Clipped wings is common around here Limited options only grow living in fear The only way out through a roof That’s one thing by those who prefer to just shoot I’m falling in love with the thought of death They saw me see them so all I’m thinking is I’m next I haven’t been eating or sleeping but really for good reason I got people around here that I need to protect, damn Wrong place at the wrong time, I saw him with that nine, and put two into his spine I really couldn’t recline it captured me, and actually, I want to do it too See, growing up in this ghetto, this gentrificated meadow Racism just like Geppetto, so I just constantly pedal But with this, my life has new meaning Eyes gleaming when those bullets start beaming No retreating, I’m tired of not sleeping I fear having to blink and I’m tired of throwing up in my mama’s kitchen sink I need help, these things have to be linked You’ve been around the block homie so honestly, what you think, huh? I think you gotta be careful, fam Don’t just move off emotions, you gotta move off a motion You know it’s gonna be a few of ‘em out there so you gotta be ready Them grimy broke niggas, they just ready to earn stripes So leave no evidence, make sure you get who you there to get, hurry up, and don’t be bullshittin’ For real, go Stay low, or get wings and a halo Shooters on they [?], on the payroll Guarding where they go, murdering for what you may owe Starving, they happy to get a bagel Revenge is temporary, so when you see your adversaries look in their eyes so that they know Right before you flame throw, tell ‘em this hurts for you, it’s personal That’s the only way to quench thirst in you When you hurting people talking ‘bout hurting you Keep your face and hands covered ‘Cause murderous games will bring shame to grandmothers I do my dirt all by my lonely, low key, so if you’re not alone make sure you can trust ‘em Will he keep quiet if they handcuff him? ‘Cause you hate to kill your friend for saying something