Kris Hendrix - Hand of God lyrics

I'm riding with some k**ers Chasing all this scrilla Mouth's a loaded pistol Got some hoes in Arden Villas My exes are still texting 'Cause damn they miss the feeling But you know that it's the next thing That's gon' keep this n**** wheeling But that's only if she's willing man CHORUS This the hand of God It's all in the hands of God Yeah, this that hand of God Genuine to the soul This ain't no damn facade I'm looking like Mufasa My leather is getting hotter I'm just staring at Madusa Put all this trust in this Allah Praising only to the most high The most high almighty dollar We the renegades of funk Yeah that Afrika Bambaataa Dun ti wine, shake that a** We want all that oochie wally See your girl is trying to holla It all started with a follow She ain't mad, I ain't mad But I wonder if she swallow All this knowledge that I'm spitting Ivy League, Ivy League Windsor knot wearing little n**** since the age of three Focused on these obstacles And all these haters right beside of me Mama Mia let me breathe Papa let a n**** seize The day that he can be grateful for all these opportunities The black Oscar Wilde I'm the Urban Aristole I'm a god, I'm a god And I'm glad that you acknowledge That I'm grinding for this paper I ain't talking 'bout no college I ain't have to finish college To buy this condo right on Collins n**** CHORUS This the hand of God It's all in the hands of God Yeah, this that hand of God Genuine to the soul This ain't no damn facade I can't wait to get a Bentley Maybe a Lamborghini Doing 30 in a 60 Yeah n**** I know you see me Got these n***** trying to be me They better wish for a genie While I'm sipping on this kiwi Got females out their bikinis And I make it look so easy And yeah I speak it freely I love it when she is freaky And I love if she's a neat freak Now just throw on some dashiki Slow it down Slow it down Girl I love it when your sneaky All these hoes just trying to keep me But I never had a Pop to show me right Never had a b**h that hold me tight Never had a friend that I could trust Never had a hoe that I could f** Never had the cash that I could spend Now I got a shooter, just say when Now I got the money, I'm all in Bet on me, yes we gon' win Now I'm stacking all this paper right Twitter finally got a n**** verified Now all these labels blowing up my f**ing phone Now all these females won't leave this lost king alone Crown me b**h Crown me like a king And I know the f**ing law So there ain't no Rodney King Only furs and finest foods And a couple diamond rings These are all the things That make the women want to dance and sing Every line that I spit, you better sing b**h sing Don't make a god repeat himself Or you'll lose everything Every 'ting Every ring Every kiss Every hug But Tristan said it best "We will show these hoes no love" CHORUS This the hand of God It's all in the hands of God Yeah, this that hand of God Genuine to the soul This ain't no damn facade...