Us Against the World (feat. Bumps INF, Selah the Corner, Datin, Jered Sanders & a.I. The Anomaly)

God Over Money The wait is over And as long as this world is against our Lord It'll be us against the world Locked in the belly of the beast But I know that God kept me, I could barely feel the heat Mouth piece like a semi when it speak To perform a C-section on the belly of the streets Hater, I tell the truth in a game of lies Ride for the ones at the bottom Got 'em aimin' high (Yeah) They got you willing to die For paper that they supply You sell your soul They pay your body and rape your mind We hit the radio stations They say they can't oblige Claiming Christ may offend y'all But I can spray a nine, pop a pill Tell ya to twerk and they can play it fine Ain't no middle ground Dark or light dog bang a side (Yeah) Can't deny there's a great divide, 'remember that wait and move?' God can change a side, but before you can blink an eye (Whoosh) You know the name He ain't inside this space and time And this is not a game but if you play with Him you may survive Ironic because I came alive, the same day I died With good and evil both still in me Like Batman and Bane combined It's absurd but it's His word that'll reshape my mind Copy all the savior's lines And not once ever plagiarize Without question every time He gets the job done So when it comes to problems I can tell that they don't want none This ain't cross country but if you with God son I can guarantee you'll still be better in the long run (Bumpy) You standing still if you kinda movin' So we win while they kinda losin' And I'm steady building the bong Get stronger with every punch in the song That's my only theory of evolution Listen Y'all seen this part of the movie Y'all pay attention to Cosby While disregarding the Rudys Young boys living off of the boss of the artist for juvie We go together marley and rubies, Ricardo and Lucy Man listen (Woo) I'ma be in and out of this joint And I posted up on the block And Jehovah running the point I'm never saying a rhyme Unless the father annoint Still drop pearls in front of you swine 'Case anyone of y'all oink (That's different) This sickens me Rappers would rather plead the fifth Than speak truth Knowing that kids repeat all they fiction They spit to beats When they music hits the streets The death toll of kids increase But they say that's not their business Like Kermit sippin' Lipton tea Someone turn the heat up It never hit them at this degree When we cook, every freakin' beat is getting fricasseed A group of sick MCs With punches harder than than triple Gs Making waves like comets Falling out the sky to hit the seas Just do your history You'll dig and see My click and me Will stay lit like the Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree We were in chains Until we met the one Who was the key, Jesus And we're here to tell you That you can be just as free Spark a shell with the devil And darts in Hell Where executives often dwell At the top of an office building Shipping an awful smell To the chil'ren and call it music And looking like Gargamel The media push the putrid It's ludicrous hard to tell if it's hubris Or all a spell It's a movement for y'all to sell Gotta lose it, it's dark as hell Introduce it like all is well And we use it until we like it Do it so y'all compel other viewers To go and buy it (Huh, one more time) You see the change Get a couple hunnid stacks for proof Have a couple plaques and groups Add it up and that's the juice (Flex) Shout out to Bizz give it up it's comin back to you God Over Money, the cross before the capital I like to keep my distance from the victims and the villains (Yeah) My tea and mind my business (Yep) Put a ceilin' for my children, okay I camp at the woods Built for the woods (Yeah) Been through the mud Tiny and tough I've been through enough, okay I keep my aesthetic up, copasetic But I choked a relic who opened pellets And overdosin on opi' medics Victim culture They decomposin' From phony records (What) It's been embedded It's clear as ever This gimmick weather (Yep) A lot'll change the methods Y'all follow game is wreckless Whoever trendy checkin' DM you, hope they check it Pay for the check who rappin' Swipe for respect you havin' Luke warm who set you reppin' can sue you rappers Hands to the truth Until He repair a new you rappers This hurts me more than it will ever hurt you, you rappers Able to chose I pray you be loose From shackles and noose We tackle your views Get grappled and bruise, rappers So pick a side Eat wicked lies Or sip His wine (Yeah) Blood boiled or blood fall from your crooked eyes Blinded by the mirage Often desensitized It's God over that spinach baby Go pick a side