Shafiq Husayn - G.U.N. (God Understand Niguhs) lyrics

[Intro: sampled] [Hook: Krondon] God understands n***as That's what the gun do Don't f** around and let it merk you God understands n***as That's what the gun do Don't f** around and let it hurt you God understands n***as That's what the gun do Don't f** around and let it merk you God understands n***as That's what the gun do Don't f** around and let it hurt you God understands n***as [Verse 1: Krondon] Only pull it if it's purple Exhaling marijuana circles I been missing church (fool?) Chillin' with the homies what the work do Money on the table Still the foundation of stable What if Cain and Abel Didn't use a rock but a banger Tell me would the world change much Would the preacher still touch Little boys instead of tryna uplift or reach us n***a why your feet up I hear your stomach growling Don't you gotta pick your seeds up And they don't even need much But a little time but you gotta grind to re-up f**in' roll the weed up Don't forget to grab your gun we up [Hook: Krondon] [Verse 2: Chace Infinite] The rare verse I dare curse the n***a that brought peace Hell's dogs walking the short leash, of course we Confront devils in all forms Look where I come from You can't endure the work till the (law's?) done The pendulum rhythm symbolizes my life algorithm Back and forth the modern n***a post-colonialism In search of riches to find Snitches define the current state of mind Assimilation to my kind Confused n***as abuse triggers to prove difference Don't the presence of confusion get to you, n***a Stay cool in the drama and keep the llama close Or cheat to thinking n***as moving like Geronimo The colder k**ers is really written in silence My colder language is broken down into violence Young n***as wylin' A concrete asylum It's hell from the barrel when them hammers is firin' [Hook: Krondon] [Verse 3: Krondon] I always got one Cause I don't wanna be the n***a caught without One always not a option though Operating out here with these goons Higher n***as occupying (erooms?) The ghetto get colder than a igloo And we knew when we was little God understood n***as That's why he put Ferraris in the hood And them (water wall?) weed shops promoting that good When I was servin', sent all the smokers to me I mean the version, of every single fish in the sea From the Persians, to pretty little Asians that skeet Now that I'm servin' his word is like a (?) for free My only purpose, is play and get the money and Build a legacy plant my family tree high on the hill But caution, we aim with the armored guards (?) Have fun but this ain't no party [Hook: Krondon] [Outro: Sampled + Krondon] God understands n***as God understands n***as