Greenery and G .O .D. that's all that's inside of me, greenery and G .O .D. that's all that's inside of me
greenery and G .O .D. that's all that's inside of me, Collard Park and B .E .C.
be my master, corroded over predictions, deleting your saints, warring existence, avoiding occasions
stuffing narcotics in blunts, make sweat so swishers your bones already fell a picture
since all these hoes are arriving in basket bunches, giving out brown sugar
that's sweeter than Nestle crunches, all about betting hundreds, living in the estate of my pockets
it's quite logic, the topic of rockets gets hot as rockets, living like royalty
ever since my repentance, soon as my spiritual exit, I opened the door to gate entrance
relationship with G .O .D. is sharp as gator fangs, making me slay lanes with you opposing
I hope you can say the same, when conclusive chances haven't reached in our battle
and your high powered saddle crackles, you suffocating blood pools in the shallow
did you predestine your own tragic ending, or did your plan collapse and happen
in a midsummer sequencing, no one will ever uncover the truthfulness of the matter
we know your one sense of channel edge, don't like to be shattered
this prophet posse originated in Memphis, now it's expanded to the A .T .M.
I must become the dawn of this rapid, leaving all kings indented
just like the three six mafia, I got you shaking, the south has been awakening domination
hey, hey, they stopping me, even though they jockeying me
got no time to play, I'm on my way straight to the T .O .P.
haters wanna torture me, cause they cannot fuck with me
never catch me slipping, cause my pimp ain't come from G .O .D.
pick a mother player, hate shit make a player wanna cry
but I'm gonna stand up tall, with my back against the wall
with my folks a Rockefeller in this bitch I cannot ball
hey, if I have to regulate, ain't no thing to damage grace
so put your deuce up if you wrong, they see just how tough you are
hit you in your stomach, break you down, they born out in your car
lemonade, but leave it low, B .U .D. don't give a fuck
just like Barry Mason steady chasing for the mega bucks
B .U .D. is set up shop, got it locked in every hood
man, I wouldn't leave my clan of killers even if I could
niggas kept it real with me, got fucked up and chill with me
greenery and G .O .D., that's all that's inside of me
that's all that's inside of me, Colurwalk and D .E .C
play you too, or buy that cheese
greenery and G .O .D., that's all that's inside of me
greenery and G .O .D., that's all that's inside of me
greenery and G .O .D., that's all that's inside of me
Colurwalk and D .E .C.
play you too, or buy that cheese
In these library, get under your vest
Burnin' out, holdin' your chest, don't test
We blow harder than Tyson, I'm slicin' in
Lookin' to the eyes of a man that talks
And they throwin' blades in the door
Poppin' slugs, rollin' up in the fuckin' low
But it's just a good feelin' when I'm bout to make a kill
Well, this nigga shit is what I'm gonna be
Smokin' on a fat sack, laid back with my low
Spendin' on my own when I told, never roll with my foes
Smokin' pot, and it's so we smoke
Gotta make my money, servin' feats to all the boy I know
Before ballin', I had no money in my pocket
Now that I'm on my feet, ain't nobody's gonna stop me
Feds lock me up, but what's their possession?
Greenery and G .O .D., that's all that's inside of me
Greenery and G .O .D., that's all that's inside of me
Collin Park and D .E .C., play up to a bot that G's
Greenery and G .O .D., that's all that's inside of me
Greenery and G .O .D., that's all that's inside of me
Call it fuckin' D .E .C.
The ATL extension to the Procter -Possey
I know y 'all get dirty dozen
Luke Wood at the side chain
Dirty dozen riders
And you know your nigga Paco had to come in and rock on this one
CIA
Jesus Christ, Triple C
