Father Of God
The kids want hits
I hope I don't hit them too hard with this
I think I got a good shot
Like any label of it
I'm going in
And I'm 'bout to never come out again
And if I do
Nothing will be the same
Money, drugs, bitches, fame
Money, drugs, bitches, and fame
Money, drugs, bitches, fame
It really changes the game
On a sunrise four years ago
Was the first time I saw my son's eyes
I am the father of God, the son of God
And the brother of Jesus Christ
Amen, put your hands together
Let 'em clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
This is how we pray, fuck did y'all say?
That's what I thought, nothing that I need I don't already got
And all I know, this life is like a rodeo
It beats me down, I get back up
Instead I never get enough
Money, drugs, bitches, fame
Money, drugs, bitches, and fame
Money, drugs, bitches, fame
It really changes the game
Money, drugs, bitches, fame
Money, drugs, bitches, fame
Money, drugs, bitches, fame
Money, drugs
Money, drugs, bitches, fame
Money, drugs, bitches, and fame
Money, drugs, bitches, fame