God loves you (I love you, God loves you) Can you believe that? Can you believe that? Can you believe that? Hang me on the cross in all my gold Let my soul leave holy (God loves you) Let these red seats hold me Serious constellations glow (can you believe that?) 36 ounces made me legend (yeah) God loves you, I love you, God loves you (Can you believe that?) God loves you, I love you, God loves you (come on) Hang me on the cross in all my gold (put me up there then, fuck it) Let my soul leave holy (I'm the motherfuckin' one) Let these red seats hold me (I know, yeah) Serious constellations glow 36 ounces made me legend Yo, shit was lit for a minute, had to get it while the gettin' good Whippin' the wrist in the kitchen, we had chickens to cook Did this in different hoods, we went on missions, uh Trips to to north clicks we had it clickin ask these niggas What they did bet all you hear is crickets Still somehow we made sense outta all this ignorance Thank God the 40 cal ain't get found with my fingerprints Or that body we left in the sticks, it was stinking kid I was just thinking kid Look where we is, this shit just sinking in We came from eating cheese and bread, now I'm eating eggs For sneakers we would shoot up the roller rink like homie did in Zebrahead That's just how we was bred, I was too blind to see ahead All my shortcomings taught us all something Since the days of cross colours I still fuck with all my brothers Nigga throwing salt but what's that for the lord could walk among us Warmongers, but now we up and scuffing Porsche bumpers When we was young and hustling I wore the Duncan's Timberland construction Now my bitches get that Brazilian butt-lift Baby this veal this ain't no chicken cutlet or no fuck shit Trillion cuts on my wrist look like I'm tryna kick the bucket Look like I'm tryna kick the bucket No disrespect, I know that's a sensitive subject Emotional luggage I ain't recovered yet Make a brother wanna go cop a couple jets And flex on these bubbleheads (I love you baby) Hang me on the cross in all my gold Let my soul leave holy (God loves you) Let these red seats hold me Serious constellations glow (can you believe that?) 36 ounces made me legend God loves you, I love you, God loves you (Can you believe that?) God loves you, I love you, God loves you Hang me on the cross in all my gold (can you believe that?) Let my soul leave holy (can you believe that?) Let these red seats hold me Serious constellations glow (can you believe that?) 36 ounces made me legend Yo, yo Sacrifices I made on this path that I laid Shit was bad till I came I ain't complained, I just mastered my game The aim was the lane of Rakim and Kane The landscape changed when I went against the grain Niggas wasn't quick to embrace no I could've did the same but I didn't hate I just did my thing and prayed, eventually shit went my way I ain't dick-ride for no features 'cause I can lift my own weight I'm really self-made and I never fell from grace If they stoned Jesus I ain't special neither Life's a bitch who don't appreciate you till' you leave her When you finish you won't be get to be seen again on Easter The devil lied and naïve people believed him Bring me my roses while I'm still here breathing Or pop some Belle rose for my achievements Chinchillas be the coat to beat the coldest seasons Now every home and car I own, bitch I can show the pink slip God loves you (I know) God loves you Can you believe that? I know he does