Right Hand 2 God

I put my right hand 2 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 **** is flawed, suckers and frauds

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

First I pick up my **** and we shut down the mall

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

Bring some Yack with my plate, garlic noodles and steak

Bouncing out the ballet with all these tats on my face

People looking like, hey, black, stay in your place

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

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

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

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

Brian Williams how I built this All Money Estate

I put my right hand 2 God

I put my right hand 2 God

Put my right hand 2 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 a Creole

I sip on that Clicqout while I'm banging that zero

Ghetto **** like Cheeto's that got more famous than Cee-lo

Turn legit from illegal just like Pesci in Casino

Get JS off a P row, watch him blow up like C-4

I rose from a Regal Auroras and Lincoln's

Low-pros on Alpina's to German drop top two-seaters

Was young and prestigious, phone was matching my beeper

How the **** you gon' reach him, he making more than his teachers

Moving 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 than me is justifying your means

Hold up

I put my right hand 2 God

I put my right hand 2 God