God’s Land Intro

For we are God's fellow workers
You are God's field, God's building, god's land

Ay, this 186 for sure
Yeah, this god's Land
Ay look

I step on this land I left my mark on it
186 ghetto kids coming to take your favorite
Artist down like we be Mark O'neills
Fake asses rhymes we building symphonies
All of my dawgs ready to bite, Francis of Assisi
Sorry for et blasphemy
Paris suburbs always give the best of me
And rather be gifted some hate
Than public sleeping on me (For sure)
Ok this god's land, some cook caine, I cool J
While your bitch be choking on meat (Bitch)
And nevermind what it takes cuz I'll forever shine
A lot of zeros on the lines of these checks
They tracked my friend for the cc but they never got him
Watchin tv talk 'bout my city, just writing all this
For real (For real)