THAT’S THE GOD LAW

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
(Pat-ah)
On my own spill Tennessee, just like Hennessy
I been buzzin' in this game, like a honey bee (Bzzz)
I got icy tea, for my feet, that's Louis V
Black versaces on my eye, (Damn) but I can see
What you say is what you have, and that's God law
In the streets they pistol packin', that's the mob law
Thank the Lord, for a better day, he done made a better way
Hunnid' million dollars with no rings, that's a better play
Pat-ah, I done seen it all in them fed walls
Same ones show love to, don't accept the call
Catch me in the Lenox mall, spendin' cash, poppin' tags
Hunnid' grand splash, out the Goyard bag

[Verse 2: MONGO]
Bitch I always got to pop my shit, that's God law
Hunnid' killa's on call, with the hand of God drawn
Clicking back the hammer on that blammer, then I pop frauds
Hit him in his mothafuckin' dome, he sound like Sean Paul
Bitch, I feel like Paul Wall
MONGO hangin' out the roof with Pat-ah, and GONDA
Hand of God and Pa-ah
I can't ride with busters, all the snakes
The only time I kick up dust is when I'm sprintin' on the tracks
Everybody wanna be the hand, (The hand) they don't got what it takes (What?)
We separate the realist most high from the fuckin' fakes
H-H-Hunnid' thousand splashin' on yo' trick ass, I ditched that
H-H-Hand of God, poppin' tags (What?)
I bet you sucka's sad (What?)

[Verse 3: GONDA]
This shit the God law, you better follow that
Me and MONGO in the lowrider bumpin' Project Pat
We goin' straight to the top, but we can't stop at that
I'm a blessed man of God, he made my pockets fat
The devil broke than a bitch, I cannot fuck with him
When I rap it's like a baptism, take away ya' sins
This clock killing demons, stop them out, blood on my timbs
If MONGO lay it up I duck and swing it from the rim
I try my hardest everyday 'cause nothin' is fo' sho'
Why you flexin' when you really broke?
All that shit fo' show
What you say is what you have, and that's God law
Walk up into Hell, and hit Satan with the sawed-off (Boom, boom, boom!)

[Outro: Project Pat]
What you say is what you have, and that's God law
In the streets they pistol packin', that's the mob law
Thank the Lord, for a better day, he done made a better way
Hunnid' million dollars with no rings, that's a better play