Bishop Lamont - Hood Psalm lyrics

[Verse One] Man, f** anybody against me Either in these streets or this fake a** industry I said I was gonna make it, but y'all wasn't feelin' me n***as said I was just dreamin', oh yeah, well pinch me Cause these money stacks look hella real Every time I count it up I know how paper cuts feel You're ain't supposed to feel pain in a dream are you? That's right, it's real life b**h, I'm a star That's why my T's stay extra crispy They so white, n***as might try to sniff me Bought some new jeans, ball cap, keep it simple Shoes clean, my closet look like a mall window Little bit of Foot Locker, little bit of Men's Land Whole lot of swap meet and half of Lids man I got the game rigged, you n***as can't win Don't make my gun joyride and take you for a spin [Chorus] Yay though I walk through the valley of the shadow of d**h I feel no evil to my very last breath So motherf**ers Don't bother No weapon for n***as we shall prosper I put that on my momma and my father n***a, run up and I'll bomb ya It's my time to shine I'm doin' my thing So haters bow down and crown me king Ain't nobody hotter So don't bother No weapon for n***as we shall prosper Amen [Verse Two] Not a knife, not a gun, not a tank, not a nuclear bomb Not a whole army, not a n***a, not no one Invincible I'm super n***a Be sensible cadets Salute me n***as Respect your superior Drivin' by, value high German engineerin', the Benz, I call it The Fuhrer So you n***as know the rims is k**er Wooo, take a look inside Feel that interior The leather tighter sh** than Eddie was wearin' I gotta floss Keep them haters and b**hes starin' I'm not N.W.A. I'm a n***a Wit Acres Swiss bankers and private plane hangers While you broke Pretend to be gang bangers Stay in the mirror, perfecting your mean faces I poke p**no b**hes Real gang bangers I never had to fake and look, I'm still famous [Chorus] Yay though I walk through the valley of the shadow of d**h I feel no evil to my very last breath So motherf**ers Don't bother No weapon for n***as we shall prosper I put that on my momma and my father n***a, run up and I'll bomb ya It's my time to shine I'm doin' my thing So haters bow down and crown me king Ain't nobody hotter So don't bother No weapon for n***as we shall prosper Amen [Verse Three] My career on steroids I keep gettin' bigger Once they put you in the tabloids you done made it n***a Right between the Loch Ness Monster and Chupacabra My Hustle & Flow gonna get me an Oscar Oh I think they like me You really like me The b**hes visit s** Bishop on the nightly All the niceties? I ain't fooled People only kind to me cause I'm signed to dude To get here, I prayed, slaved, hustled, struggled, balled If this was overnight, I'd be over tomorrow I'm still gonna be here When you ain't here This a message for you haters to hear Close your eyes motherf**er if you hate to see me shine You n***as know you love it, send me a Valentine I used to be skinny, gap toothed and not a dime Now I'm rich and buff and I got Invisaline [Chorus] Yay though I walk through the valley of the shadow of d**h I feel no evil to my very last breath So motherf**ers Don't bother No weapon for n***as we shall prosper I put that on my momma and my father n***a, run up and I'll bomb ya It's my time to shine I'm doin' my thing So haters bow down and crown me king Ain't nobody hotter So don't bother No weapon for n***as we shall prosper Amen