God’s Plan

Check it, dim the lights some
I never had the thought to plan a crime, but
These rich fucks, held us, hell, it’s hostage
This time I gotta preach it, cause they took a few a mine, what?
What you think deserves a capital punishment?
Is it pimping out our kiddies on they bottled pharmaceuticals?
Or poison for our water, or publicly traded prisons?
They pimp us out for business, bought time we pay them a visit

Got some sympathy, I stall, recall and freeze frame
Remember in this moment, I am planning taking aim
A plot is something sinister, a villainous deed
They fed this onto us, so on the same, it’s time they’ll feed
Was it a dream I had? No I swear that this was real
God, he spoke to me in silence how to even playing fields
“You’re a mother-fucking saint, and they are sinners, indeed
Upon they ivory pillar party, it is time we impede
And next thing I knew, well I was stepped up to the door
Dressed in some black suits, a ski mask on
As my heart began to bang against my chest, I yelled “NO!”
“Can’t stop this now,” God said, “hell no, let’s go!!!"
Raining bullets, fuck these rich sons of bitches to the fullest!
They wanna pimp kids, teach us to pill pop
They sentenced us to death, so now it’s time they dead dropped!