God Bless All the Rappers

Uh-huh
Oh, it's hard to believe he's a child of God

Grew up as a rapper with some morals 'cause my mother did (mommy did)
Never show their true colors, gotta check the color grid (never)
He ain't in the streets no more, he just caught another bid (huh)
Musicians goin' through the most, the money ain't too humblin' (brr)
The destiny is heavenly, the pressure start compressin' me (huh)
Who knew bein' multitalented could 'cause this jealousy? (Huh)
Went out to go get it for a better me
Came back, they're askin' for a check
Is you askin' or you tellin' me? (What?)
Puttin' pain on our family as we do it for the Grammys (it's on)
Protect all our kids, that is strictly for the nannies
I put all my trust in mommy of becomin' a new granny (boo)
System can't stand me

Oh, it's hard to believe he's a child of God

They worry 'bout the actors
Worry 'bout the trappers (trappers)
Pray every night that God bless all the rappers
Steady tryna attack us (attack us)
Forget the main factors
I pray by myself every night that God bless all the rappers

God bless all the rappers
God bless all the rappers
God bless all the rappers
God bless all the rappers
It's hard to believe he's a child of God

Twenty-four days of night, it's like hell in this bitch (it's like hell in this bitch)
So sick to my stomach, can't smell in this bitch (can't even smell in this bitch)
Feel like hell to get rich (huh), it's like hell to get drenched (huh)
Labels killin' souls every day, them cells could get a wrist (it's hard, he's a child of God)
We turn gold into the plaques (plaques), plaques into the diamonds (diamonds)
Jewels on the neck make 'em get on bad timin' (ta-ta-ta)
I'm just here to do my job, complete what's the assignment (huh?)
Lost his marbles to the streets and he still can't find it (huh?)
How could you kill Pop Smoke (Huh?) How could you kill PnB? (Huh?)
How could you kill Chinx Drugz, King Von, MO3?
How could you kill Drakeo the Ruler?
Should be worried how they lose you
Xxx, Nipsey, both died from a shooter
They say the most dangerous job is for the rappers
We don't never see it comin', we use strategies for after
That shit backwards, God bless all the rappers

They worry 'bout the actors
Worry 'bout the trappers
Pray every night that God bless all the rappers
Steady tryna attack us
Forget the main factors
I pray by myself every night that God bless all the rappers (it's hard to believe, he's a child)

Somebody that the other day said to be a rapper artist is the most dangerous job in the world
God bless all the rappers (why say that? It's more dangerous than goin' to war in Iraq)
God bless all the rappers
(We don't know who's who, people can get right up you, tryna do somethin' to you)
God bless all the rappers
(How many times you heard rappers, um, talk about some gettin' shot up-)
God bless all the rappers