God Bless

Uh

Definitely gonna be butter, nahmean?

It's gone be butter, nahmean?

Uh, swerve on em, uh yeah

Crack the Mo, here we go

I'm in the mood to let the chickenheads flow

Son, no doubt, god it's real

Every member of my clique is equipped with steel

Suga, let's (HEESHA!), uhh, god bless

Just the type of man that can lace the crowd

Which ya hands on ya or you could raise them proud

I bust shots off

Put my hands on my shorty and I make it hot-ter

I got a lock ya, flavour to bring

Got the championships so I'ma savour the ring

Church boy, raised by my grandmomma

Home-bred, I dead all the drama

I'm like the mystical funk technician

It's a sign of the times, guards on a mission

God bless ya lover, god bless you (4x)

Have mercy!

Nowadays I got them other niggas acting thirsty

Bless the sky, energy created by my third child

Swerve wit it, get it get it

Feels good to bust shots at the critics

You crave more taste of my funk

When my track drop ain't enough space in ya trunk

Soul for real, but not the group

I'm solo goin for dolo in the drop Coupe

I distribute melodies while ya gold trees

Step a dip like a flip, '96 kis

Matter fact take it to the bridge

God bless

God bless ya lover

Honey dippin off my Nautica sleeves

With them Gortex boots, that compliment all the cheese

Shouldn't hate me cos I'm raw

(I thought you fell off kid!) You said that shit before

But you see miracles when you're lyrical

Off some LL shit, chickens get hysterical

Cos I..... form like Voltron

Let's get it on and take ya chime bomb Knock it off

I like your style but it's a slight bit soft

Son, the LL rule, huh

I pick it up and lay it down mad cool

It'll cost you a fortune (What?)

For me to make it hot, heat it up and keep it scorchin

It's all built for '96 kid!

No diggity, ?Rehaud? lace me

Nahmean? Lil Chris in the house

Ol Moms, Big E and the fam

Yo son, who's next?