Grace of God

Verse 1

We all crabs in the barrel
Just chose to my climbing in barb wired ankles I was winning half the battle
I'm from where the worst thing that u could ever do is tattle
They'll zip ya mouth shit then zip u up and skidaddle

I used to walk through the pees and jump from my own shadow
Them mountain bike niggas a clap you you tryna haggle
For that chain or that bracelet or that watch or that ring
It's off the chain, brace yourself and watch out when it ring..

Gum wrappers in my mouth folded up like fronts
I even took them shits out when I rolled up my blunts
I wanted to be like the dealers, feared like the killers
Fresh like the boosters, attitude what the deal is?

Niggas ask me where im from And I'd say Brooklyn proud
Wore my Tim's all year round and my Kush was loud
And the police did the same shit y'all seeing now..
Except camera phones wasn't out ...

Grace of God

Verse 2

I'm just a product of where the youngings move product
We all believe in god, but we look up to the Shottas
Kept iron in my goose test my pride I let it loose
Just Boys in the Hood that watched Menace to Society and Juice

I never wanted wanted to go that route
I felt like Cuba in the car without the heart to tell Doe to let me out
I hope God judge don't me when he judge me
The devil works, pretty dam hard to make it ugly

I know everything that glitter ain't gold
But man that ice made all that glitter look cold
Thought I was plain without that flicker that glow
Now that I'm wise I realized all I did was hide
Long as they staring at the chain they won't look inside my eyes

And see the pain, see the hurt, See the person I disguise
Can't write about it all if there's no words that could describe
The images in my head that visit me in my bed

Grace of God Hook

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Writer(s): Erik Stephens, Joell Ortiz