Cuz God (feat. J0SHH)

One to the two, to the three, to the four

One to the two, to the three, to the four

One, one, two, two, three, three, four

Oatmeal in the cabinet

Landlord ain't havin' it

She say I drink too much

Like Josh you too attached to it

This is all I got for late nights and cold winters

Sardine dinners

Waitin' on **** like big tippers

I don't even got a job yet but baby crime pays

You and Ma Dukes make a brother wanna change his ways

I got shit that will never the vault

It's my daddy fault

I don't know how to love

He taught me how to hustle though

Before the metoo's my favorite pops was Theo Huxtable

My hood taught me how to flip the cookies out the lunchable

I'll never flip this Ville route for nothing

Boy yall go for anything nowadays

Man I rather die for something

Would you believe me if I said

Would you believe me if I said

I got my head held high, lookin' at the sky

I stopped trippin' cause God

Head held high, lookin' at the sky

I stopped trippin' cause God

They actin' like I made it and I ain't made shit

Junior high, he say he made it, he just made Crip

Eighteen, he say he made it, he just made bail

Twenty-five, he say he made it, he ain't dead or in jail

I seen the prettiest people do the ugliest things

In between you and I, you was the one that I seen

Grief killed your peace and every day you defensive

Can't even build up my city cause **** act apprehensive

They post love and show envy, so my name they gotta mention

Stuck with people way too long friendships got fermented

Had to take kin out the business

Drug money make you throw hands

With your own siblings

If you live long enough, listen

Seen my own dogs turn bitches

Watched our skin tone kill prolific

Hope when I go back to my city

They don't do me like they did him

That head on a swivel ain't enough

They raps be fables just tucked under they tongues

And we ain't talking numbers

I know goofy shit is getting pampered

A soft spot if we talkin talent, pushin weight till I got callus

Seen em fold up like some napkins

Just to blame it on finding balance

You see a lot of me hasn't changed

I treat a 40 like a chalice

What's a tactic

Everything under my sun is burning down

And you wanna talk to me about how I'm turning out

Would you believe me if I said

Would you believe me if I said

I got my head held high, lookin' at the sky

I stopped trippin' cause God

Head held high, lookin' at the sky

I stopped trippin' cause God