THAT'S THE GOD LAW

(Pat-ah)

On my own spill Tennessee, just like Hennessy

I been buzzin' in this game, like a honey bee (Bzzz)

I got icy tea, for my feet, that's Louis V

Black versaces on my eye, (Damn), but I can see

What you say is what you have, and that's God law

In the streets, they pistol packin', that's the mob law

Thank the Lord for a better day, he done made a better way

Hunnid' million dollars with no rings, that's a better play

Pat-ah, I done seen it all in them fed walls

Same ones show love to, don't accept the call

Catch me in the Lenox mall, spendin' cash, poppin' tags

Hunnid' grand splash, out the Goyard bag

Bitch I always got to pop my shit, that's God law

Hunnid' killa's on call, with the hand of God drawn

Clicking back the hammer on that blammer, then I pop frauds

Hit him in his mothafuckin' dome, he sound like Shawn Paul

Bitch I feel like Paul wal'

MONGO hangin' out the roof with Pat-ah, and GONDA

Hand of God and Pa-yah

I can't ride with busters, all the snakes

The only time I kick up dust is when I'm sprintin' on the tracks

Everybody wanna be the hand, (The hand) they don't got what it takes (What?)

We separate the realist most high from the fuckin' fakes

H-H-Hunnid' thousand splashin' on yo' trick ass, I ditched that

H-H-Hand of God, poppin' tags (What?)

I bet you sucka's sad (What?)

This shit the God law, you better follow that

Me and MONGO in the lowrider bumpin' Project Pat

We goin' straight to the top, but we can't stop at that

I'm a blessed man of God, he made my pockets fat

The devil broke than a bitch, I cannot fuck with him

When I rap it's like a baptism, take away ya' sins

This glock killing demons, stomp them out, blood on my timbs

If MONGO lay it up I duck and swing it from the rim

I try my hardest everyday 'cause nothin' is fo' sho'

Why you flexin' when you really broke?

All that shit fo' show

What you say is what you have, and that's God law

Walk up into Hell, and hit Satan with the sawed-off (Boom, boom, boom!)

What you say is what you have, and that's God law

In the streets they pistol packin', that's the mob law

Thank the Lord for a better day, he done made a better way

Hunnid' million dollars with no rings, that's a better play