"MP" Williams - God Rite lyrics

Verse 1: It's my turn to prove that I'm great/ by choosing my fate, I will not be abused by dismay And since I'm a rapper I guess I'll wrap (rap) up this whole game till no rapper can ventilate Groupie hoes get penetrate/ they wear lingerie She made sure that French was her lace/ An I'm not T.I But they'll do anything for the Band man (‘rubber band man') I was just playing the ba** I was displaying a chase, after this paper / In God We Trust But the bank run by Satan/ Yeezy thought he need Nia Long dog I'm more Sanaa Lathan I need a bad redbone for me to ball with/ Shopping sprees we be Spaulding Copping trees/ cuz I know La (NOLA) , like New Orleans Mardi Gras/ Get your party on with these bosses I wonder how outsiders perceive my city/ Is it the mecca of making it in America? I once was American dreaming/ Til' Uncle Sam got up and pinched me Told me I've always been gifted/Santa Clause never existed But really there's Grinch's that's stealing our freedom/just to give it back in disguise of good deeds You can't see through that act? / them tinted windows you can't see through that Ac (Acura)? Automatics get squeezed/ then I read through somebody's news feed that you pa**ed Snakes will be the first to lead you to your grave/ So I suggest that you please cut your gra** Could of sworn I head somebody utter: Freedom at Last Sample from Martin Luther King: ‘I Have a Dream Speech' playing Verse 2: It's my turn to prove that I'm great/ and I will not fail my destiny just been delayed Surrounded by d**h and decay/ Demonic malevolent ways of the powers be That's why I'm k**ing all kings / and taking their power and tossing it right in the mouth of the streets My n***as gotta eat, Y'all n***as gotta feast/ You Can't afford to share We can't afford them shares at Stock Market/ Let alone insurance at the Doc's office If I get shot I gotta brush that off did it for my dogs in them locked coffins/ already underground Been the illest n***a in the underground/ Not just lyrical but they love my sound Told my ex girl, that my next girl, be the reason she feel like a f**ing clown Knew better then you do better/ damn that p**y tight and she screw better Bank account got old money/ New cheddar Get that white girl not stepped on, No Bruce Jenner Ooo clever, I'm a lyricist painting cla**ic pictures Like B-I-G in his Coog(ie) sweater, n***a who better?