M.O.M.M (feat. Young Bizzle) - Halo

This game, Lord I don't wanna play I wait the day that you take us away, ohhh And I ain't turn to struggle and pain Just trying fight what's in front of my face, ohh There's something greater there's gotta be But I'll walk in your ways 'til the day that I gotta leave Faithful, I try to be Until the day you return for the saints, I guess I must be Living in this game of Monopoly It's like the big game of Monopoly And most of us refuse to play properly Everybody wanna win, so they try to cheat But when the game's over, you gotta leave your property Anyway - and knowing that, we still try to cheat We rather win the wrong way then lose honestly And when you deep in the game, it's like you can't call it And for a minute you get the feelin' you really ballin' You own everything, you gotta hold stack Taking every 200 they get when they go pass And what's funny though - is when the game's done It's almost like you don't wanna let the money go But then the money goes back to being paper, dawg And you see it's only worth something while the game is on And you bring it with you either Except for the fact that you're still a cheater Win or lose, you're still a cheater (Chorus: Christon Gray) This game, Lord I don't wanna play I wait the day that you take us away, ohhh And I ain't turn to struggle and pain Just trying fight what's in front of my face, ohh There's something greater there's gotta be But I'll walk in your ways 'til the day that I gotta leave Faithful, I try to be Until the day you return for the saints, I guess I must be Living in this game of Monopoly It's like the world is the board that we playing on The Bible is the instructions He gave us all And His command is the rules that He gave every man But we choose to go through the gameplan wrong And, oh how wicked the bankers are But it's the greed of the nation that they're banking on It's like putting money under free parking Everybody sees the benefit and plays along We all on the quest for hotels But take the wrong chance, you can go directly to jail You catch an L homie, you don't get to roll again Or it's 3-5 before you get to pass GO again Some of us on the board walk where they ballin' at Some will never get the chance to make it off of Baltic Ave And the Lord is the creator But the Devil got a hold on all the players Who you playing for? (Chorus: Christon Gray) This game, Lord I don't wanna play I wait the day that you take us away, ohhh And I ain't turn to struggle and pain Just trying fight what's in front of my face, ohh There's something greater there's gotta be But I'll walk in your ways 'til the day that I gotta leave Faithful, I try to be Until the day you return for the saints, I guess I must be Living in this game of Monopoly They monopolizing the whole board They control the water, the energy and the food source So if you weak and you lack faith in Jesus What will keep you from folding when They bring the mark of the beast in? Look what they got you ready to do for money What you gon' do when its either you take the mark or go hungry? And you feelin like the money's your protection But you keep it in their banks so it never leaves their possession On any given day, they can close the banks And you'll lose everything you traded to soul to gain And the only thing sure to stay Is the memories of what you did for it on the way But Christ came through in the flesh To write His law's in the heart of the community's chest, yes I suggest you know the Lord Cause when He comes back to close the board Homie it's game over Game over (Chorus: Christon Gray) This game, Lord I don't wanna play I wait the day that you take us away, ohhh And I ain't turn to struggle and pain Just trying fight what's in front of my face, ohh There's something greater there's gotta be But I'll walk in your ways 'til the day that I gotta leave Faithful, I try to be Until the day you return for the saints, I guess I must be Living in this game of Monopoly

(Sometimes I get so tired) (Just trying to stay alive) (Don't talk to me) aye (About a land of the free) (And the home of the brave) let me talk about it, ooh (Until everybody's free) ooh (You're not free, you're a slave) I'm in the trenches, don't mind in the mentions My mind on the vision, your mind on the digits It is what it is, and look, we not the same I'm willin' to die with no dime in my pocket And not 'cause I lost it, I gave it away You want a purpose that you cannot purchase The perks and the Burgess, look, we can't complain Behind the curtain, comе look at this circus The bigger the clown, thе bigger they pay Ayy, ayy, ayy, I can't stop You say you buy the twos, new boo every Tuesday New Jimmy Choos, food in the booth, Lupe You gotta choose who finna bring you change When the woop-woop fades, I'm getting you saved He rolled to the Bluetooth, pickin' woo cage Truth ain't Bolt to the track, what are you sayin'? I'm plugged in and don't play no games HGA on these 808s Light up the 'Gram and don't blaze no A Bar hard when I post His name Full plate, I just say my grace I bleed, but this ain't gon' break Got one clique, Amazon my gang (You're not free, you're a slave) ooh, uh West side, east side, red light, green light That's right, be right, oh my soul That's my delight, we light, we like We fight, I'm just in my zone Devil's teeth is showin', where your people goin'? When it all falls, follow Yeezy moment We might need condolence, yeah, the need is growin' Our Jesus beats, the peace of Jesus on us We done picked up the litter litty, we gotta go, ayy Spirit is livin' within us, Guinness, this record don't break If I meant it, I meant it, pin it, I manage You get offended, I get it, but nobody finna tell me what to say Rather be cancelled than handled I got a Lord, and it ain't your name Man, I've been reppin' since 2006 That's to the grave, it is what it is HGA, for my dawgs, ayy (woah, mm-hmm) Yeah, HGA, that my dawgs, that my folk (Yeah, shinin'), G.O.M., that my dawgs, yeah, yeah Shinin' all the time for my God, ayy (sometimes I get so tired) We both rap, we are not so different Nah, home skillet, my flow different Child flow, got potholes in it Child home got dry bones in it Bogart with the flow, so hard I could knock over Costco wit' it I roll wit' the God, so big Did a box show, not gon' fit in it You got a bag, and I'm stackin' But what I spin it for a lot more different You got a ratchet, I pack it But trust, what we let it pop for different Oh, and we get high so different And I'm so lifted up in the sky My iPhone trippin', but if I die Then I'm gon' visit God throne In a minute, Heaven'll be my home Pearl gates for my condo Not a thief in the place, ain't no reason to hate When the whole block go This a "devil no fly" zone We rock, try to preach God But they keep knockin', and like they ring the bell Three times, and he not home I know I don't deserve all this What would I be like if I weren't called His? A debtor me, less forgivin' Now I'm a better me, best decision We rep the letter G.O.M., represent it HGA, nothin' lesser than it Won't discuss it, load the musket Three, two, one, blow the trumpet Bizzle Zhalarina Emmy Award-winning, woah Uh, this the season, I'm a jolly chick Kickin' it with the mean and melancholy to keep my folly legit I fade to black until my complexion is highly lit Then jump on top of whatever my nephew is hidin' in I pick up a mighty pen just to tap on my tiny chin Then take off into outer earth, like I'm floatin' on hydrogen 'Cause I can't stand to be sittin' unproductive and quiet when Huh, I heard Content is optional if production flamin' the beats So I just decided to put a bunch of food on the heat And I ain't got time to be tryna be someone else wit' your time Or thinkin' I'm greater than the God who put His life on the line I just wanna cook for ya, get somethin' on that stomach Dependent on if you are ready for what is comin' Vinyl spatula to flip it, especially different The oven is heavy metal, but nothin' is Limp about the Bizkit Somebody's gonna have to tell the truth Somebody's gonna have to tell the truth Somebody's gonna have to tell the truth Somebody's gonna-, somebody's gonna- Somebody's gonna have to tell the truth Somebody's gonna have to tell the truth Somebody's gonna have to tell the truth Somebody's gonna- Somebody's gonna have to tell the truth