Right Hand 2 God (Bonus Track)

Put my right hand to God, shine on these broads

Stay on my job, grind with my squad

Hundred racks on my car, no license at all

No tint on that thing, ****, 'cause that's how we ball

All these fuck **** flawed, suckas and frauds

My circle so small, stick to my script and just ball

First, I pick up my bitch, then we shut down the mall

Had to pick up the tip, she tried to pay for it all

Bring some 'yac with my plate, garlic noodles and steak

Bouncin' out the valet with all these tats on my face

People looking like, "Hey, Black ****, stay in your place"

But it's some shit they gon' think and it's some shit they gon' say

Got to a brick from an eighth, see that music's my fate

Switched it up, from out my trunk, went to the top of my state

And I Versace'd my waist like 2Pac in his hey'

Bryan Williams how I built this All Money estate, woah

I put my right hand to God

I put my right hand to God

Put my right hand to Jesus, fly like a eagle

Fight with these demons, shine light on my people

This life is a free throw, success is a kilo

My wife is a C-note, but my mistress is Creole

I sip on that Clicquot while I'm bangin' that Z-Ro

Ghetto **** like Cheetos that got more famous than CeeLo

Turn legit from illegal just like Pesci in Casino

Get JS off of P-role, watch him blow up like C4

I rose from a Regal, Auroras and Lincolns

Low-pros on Alpinas to German drop top two-seaters

Was young and prestigious, phone was matchin' my beeper

How the fuck you gon' reach him? He makin' more than his teachers

Movin' forward with speed, all your morals'll leave

Only focus is cheese, now the forest is trees

Got infected with greed, distort what you see

Your worst nightmare to need is justify your means

Hold up

I put my right hand to God

I put my right hand to God