Denver - On God Lyrics

Two tone body and the grill ice cold
I be flying kamikaze over two time zones
On God
My faith in love was fickle; my heart - disheartened - blind
Our place was tongue and liver; the chase was undermined
A mason born with chisel, my marbled mother sighed
A baby on the river to take them from the lime
It's the St. All-Linen with the fade, worn denim
Mr. Great-on-Women, but it's not my fault
If I pray my mama understand my drama
I might find my karma when I'm not involved
And I
Took a lesson half-learned and a spliff half-burnt
And said, "hear my brother"
Gotta hold the roof down, while I put my roots down
Ain't no fear cause we gonna get the
Ace on chiller, Drake night thriller
Cup inside a cup smoking Ghostface Killa
Roc like Jigga, stakes like griller
Only good guys can relate and we say
En garde, En garde
And thats on my God.. my God
Got the Ace on chiller, Drake night thriller
Cup inside a cup smoking Ghostface Killa
Roc like Jigga, stakes like griller
Only good guys can relate and we say on God