God 'n Gun - Vybz Kartel, Velet & Rasta

God and gun Nuff love to mi mom and sons This world mek yuh mad and numb Only survive wid God and gun Mi know di nice guy finish last Why yuh think mi bad and done Badman bad and done Only survive wid God and gun Wi nuh bad back a name Bad back a rifle and napsack a grains One spliff light and one back a ears Screechie dung pon a Juan Matta pace Early mawn' buss bwoy matta face Glock a wave Mi nuh see nuh shotta pon di shotta base 44 sound like a proper bass Soupie run leff eh soup pot a blaze Mi know mi Bible like mi know mi rifle God and gun a weh mi owe mi life to Mi see di pastor bring him gun inna di church And yuh naah seh nutt'n because yuh it license Suh till FLA gimmi mines too Mi affi load when mi have eh poison Nuh trust nuh friend because mi know di cycle Believe mi dawg, mi 40 a mi lone disciple God and gun Nuff love to mi mom and sons This world mek yuh mad and numb Only survive wid God and gun Mi know di nice guy finish last Why yuh think mi bad and done Badman bad and done Only survive wid God and gun Yea thou I walk through the valley a death Mi load mi matic, Jah-Jah guide my steps Regular mi look inna di eyes a death A shoulda nicer mi life a get But success comes wid tribulations Suh plead my cause oh Jah Nah be nuh walk ova, it cyaa talk ova Coulda soldier a walk bout yah Swing eh matic Smaddy run a program gimmi a pic Quick quick gimmi di 40 or a similar clip Finger play and wuk di Bere' like a thing wid a chip Buss dem head, dem tek dem picha inna cinematic Slap him wid di 40 watch him milly rock it Gun powder mini K fire mini rocket Pick out bwoy head py wi nuh pick eh pocket A coulda city traffic Mi have mi God and gun Nuff love to mi mom and sons This world mek yuh mad and numb Only survive wid God and gun Mi know di nice guy finish last Why yuh think mi bad and done Badman bad and done Only survive wid God and gun Man a jump like reindeer Rifle a liff up and change gear Bobby Lane anuh daycare Bare man a look plane fare Nozzle inna mouth and watch eh face tear Everybody aguh get dem fair share Place tense miggle day di square clear Feel unuh get weh unuh stay there Mi know mi Bible and mi know mi rifle God and gun a weh mi owe mi life to Mi see di pastor bring him gun inna di church And yuh naah seh nutt'n because yuh it license Suh till FLA gimi mines too Mi affi load when mi have eh poison Nuh trust nuh friend because mi know di cycle Believe mi dawg, mi 40 a mi lone disciple God and gun Nuff love to mi mom and sons This world mek yuh mad and numb Only survive wid God and gun Mi know di nice guy finish last Why yuh think mi bad and done Badman bad and done Only survive wid God and gun God and gun

Ay, red lights on in the boulevard That means business Throw up in this bitch, I might Corny bitches make me sick I might throw up in this bitch, throw up in this bitch Gunna Made man like Joe Pesci I need Deniro or I'll Rob her I had to skate Wayne Gretzky Called an Uber helicopter Bought a pound from a rasta Bought the yayo from Miguel, though Award shows need an Oscar They need my merchandise on Melrose David Bowie of my generation Kill them all we violent with no hesitation Came from public education Ramen noodles with the bacon I was working at Chipotle, I was finna have a baby Went from stealing out of Walmart to president of operations Dub was working at the steel shop Slim was working off of 1st block We still roll together every day Except we might be on a private plane Why would you ever come from nothing And not do whatever the fuck you wanted? They be asking why I'm such a legend I took so much acid, I be forgetting I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god I'm on the roof of the party Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous Still dirty Chuck Taylors, still hanging with gangstas The type to put the red beam on you, I ain't talk about a laser We the golden squad, we the golden squad Double X, we the hardest Me, Dub-O, Mercy Marty Should've never got us started Motherfucker, I'm retarded Do you know how I'm regarded? King of underground, King of Cleveland town King of marijuana gardens I can't stop myself from coughing Four thousand dollar bong rip Custom made for the new house Can't believe I never had shit 2012 was a good year, 2017 too lit 20/20 vision, see the future Looks like the crown do fit I am king of this new shit, 7 rings and a pool stick 8 ball, let sway roll, rockstars don't say no This beat so flame, though, I forgot to say my name, though Bitch, I'm G-U-double N-A, Gunna Never like my mother, fighter, not a lover Man, I'm wildin' every summer I ain't like my daddy, he religious I'm with bitches burning rubber I'm a desperado, whiskey bottles, .38 bang, bang, bang Models be on the same thang, thang EST, that's the gang, gang, gang I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god I'm on the roof of the party Bitch, I thought it was a drought Bitch, I thought you had the clout I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god I'm on the roof of the party Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous Still all the way dangerous

God save me, I'm fucked up (yeah) Ignoring my problems You die, you're iconic More plaques for their office 16 years old kicked out the home 16 years old out on the street Can't reconcile both my parents are gone I wanna talk to my dad but rest in peace Last month took a gun in the room alone Last month almost blew my head off She screamed and I never put down the phone I gotta be somewhere please hang up Now smile for the camera Breakups are entertaining My mental imbalance Mixed with the drugs create me It's a good night, it's a good night to be high Sober again, sober again, it's a lie Therapy said, therapy said, that I might Do it again, do it again and die I'm a lost boy, I'm a lost boy She's a goth girl, she's a pop girl I know a one way, I know a one way To a lost world, to a lost world Spaceships in the sky we are not alone I went out to the desert and I saw the lights Say "hi" 'cause the government's tapped the phone Fuck cops, read me my Miranda rights Poison the brain follow along They'll make the rules for no reason Run away, go find where you belong And don't tell no one you're leaving Now, smile for the camera Breakdowns are entertaining My mental imbalance Mixed with the drugs create me It's a good night, it's a good night to be high Sober again, sober again, it's a lie Therapy said, therapy said, that I might Do it again, do it again and die I'm a lost boy, I'm a lost boy She's a goth girl, she's a pop girl I know a one way, I know a one way To a lost world, to a lost world La-da-da, la-da-da-da (La-da-da, la-da-da-da) La-da-da, la-da-da-da (La-da-da, la-da-da) I'm a lost boy, I'm a lost boy She's a goth girl, she's a pop girl I know a one way, I know a one way To a lost world, to a lost world God save me, I'm fucked up, uh God save me, I'm fucked up