G.O.D. 2023

(álbum: A Compton Story - 2023)

Jason Martin
Why?

Black boy P, young G, don't show unless it's C.O.D.
On G.O.D., won't catch me riding no men's D.I.C.
On G.O.D., won't cross my bro-bro for no H.O.E.
On G.O.D., no ifs, no ands, no fucking B.U.T's

Switch up my tempo, simpler mission is clear as a window
She said she 'bout stacking her chili and keeping it low, here, jot down my info
I'm five years ahead of the comp
They use my work for they inspo
My time is worth more than a clock
My business is right as a pencil
Used to be way out, ride, ride, to us fuckboys who talk, get cock out
Roll up in pack, no Zaza, no raps, roll with J's like Tata
Fat lady sing, no opera
Eyes locked in on millions
Staying away from the millions
Them boys move with feelings

Black boy P, young G, don't show unless it's C.O.D.
On G.O.D., won't catch me riding no men's D.I.C.
On G.O.D., won't cross my bro-bro for no H.O.E.
On G.O.D., no ifs, no ands, no fucking B.U.T's

Why?
Why?
Why?

Pull up in spotlight, Michael Jackson, won't catch me without no gloves
Getting this bitch, get retrospective, money ain't shit, wait, I know love
Heard them verses from your fave, on G.O.D, that boy ain't tough
Getting exploited by his boonzy, only hard when he off them drugs
Get him his meds or get in his head 'fore I put him to bed
Mean no sub and mean no bluff and you heard what I said
Angel from God with a gift, there's too many families I fed
Too many homies I lost, need a milli' for everything, shit

Black boy P, young G, don't show unless it's C.O.D.
On G.O.D., won't catch me riding no men's D.I.C.
On G.O.D., won't cross my bro-bro for no H.O.E.
On G.O.D., no ifs, no ands, no fucking B.U.T's