Father of God

The kids want hits I hope I don't hit them to hard with this I think I got a good shot, yeah Like any lable of it I'm going in And I'm 'bout to never come out again And if I do Nothing will be the same 'Cause money, drugs, bitches, fame Money, drugs, bitches, and fame Money, drugs, bitches, fame It really changes the game (Check it, ah) On a sunrise four years ago was the first time I saw my son's eyes I'm the father of god, the son of god And the brother of Jesus Christ Amen, put your hands together Let them clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap This is how we pray, the fuck did y'all say? That's what I thought, nothing that I need I don't already got And all I know: This life is like a rodeo It beats me down, I get back up And still I never get enough Money, drugs, bitches, fame Money, drugs, bitches, and fame Money, drugs, bitches, fame Ah, it really changes the game Money, drugs, bitches, fame Money, drugs, bitches, fame Money, drugs, bitches, fame Money, drugs Money, drugs, bitches, fame Money, drugs, bitches, and fame Money, drugs, bitches, fame