The meek shall inherit the earth
Thats what the bible says
Walk like a giant, talk like a tyrant
Faith of a mustard seed, destined for a triumph
David and Goliath, hate me or admire
Kush burns slow as I chase my desires
Embrace my empire, batta boy eat fire
Guns like choirs when they sing, keep quite
Will I get to Heaven? Turn to Psalm 27
Lord knows when I see this monkey
Im gon be the devil
Be him cause Im clever, beat him at whatever
You never was a G, nigga, Unit aint together
New Yorks unified down south, love dat
When we get to shine, muthafckas where the love at?
Real niggas gettin money, betta log on
Think da games dead now? Imagine when ya dogs gone
Imagine when this song gone
When ya phone off, theres only one to call on
I mean if I die today
I could honestly say, thank you, Lord
Thank you, Lord, thank you, Lord
Im bigger than a title, bigger than a name
You could label me the biggest title in the game
Put food on the table, fed the whole city
Tell me who be the fool if the Feds come get me
Better years are better when you call it trendsetter
The world so cold hope you got a lil sweater
Caught a lil case but he had a lil cheddar
Planned out the 15, poured his life in a letter
Very first line he called, trick daddy stupid
Say he got aids, tellin people that its lupus
Not the one just to jump to conclusions
Im gettin money, small talk can be a nuisance
Broke chains, reminiscent to them nooses
Sittin on deuces, new land cruisers
Who the fck you callin losers, you niggas losin
Look like you could use us
When I bought my first Run DMC vinyl
And my first 2 Live Crew cassette
I woulda cried if I knew I would be where Im at today
Took me 40 minutes to walk there to buy it
Call ya boy, A C.O. but if I really was
When all these niggas undercover, fckin niggas up
Keep it trilla, nigga never had a gun and badge
Kept a nice, watch smokin on a hundred sack
Back in the day, I sold crack for some nice kicks
Skippin school, I saw my friend stabbed with a ice pick
Young nigga 15 with 3 Cs
From that very day I carried on the 3 Cs
Cant criticize niggas tryna get jobs
Better get smart, young brotha live yours
Only live once and I got 2 kids
And for me to feed them I get 2 gigs
I shuffle shit, I ceo so we can bow our head
And pray over the meatloaf
Im lookin at the big picture
Keep a bitch with cha, tryna get a bit richer
I remember prayin for, for me to just get the
The opportunity to just get a record deal
And now I sign artists
Thank you, lord