[Intro: Lupe Fiasco] God is dope, a hundred bricks And Jesus is my connect, mane God is dope, a hundred bricks And Muhammad my connect, mane
[Hook: Lupe Fiasco] I got these, I got these, I got that If I whip it nigga, I ain’t coming back I be stunting, but you know where I’m at I can’t leave, I push some American Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Great American Rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap
[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] D-O-P-E-B-O-Y F-I-A-S-C-O sigh L-U-P-E me oh my Ba-ba-baby, we don’t lie Live by multiples and nines So if it’s nine and all, that shining ball, I’m all of y’all combined Cry baby, that never miss, I’m balling all the time What’s the cost to all this crying? I ain’t falling, I ain’t hurt But the man upstairs just sent me a bunch of work Cut it in the studio then rap it in a verse So low so them popo, man, I catch it in the search But I’m stupid, I’m so smart, I ain’t have it in the first Might stop at the right block, if I’m paperless I might not direct God is dope, Jesus my connect
[Hook] I got these, I got these, I got that If I whip it nigga, I ain’t coming back I be stunting, but you know where I’m at I can’t leave, I push some American Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Great American Rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap
[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] Speaking to that fire, preaching to that choir Open up that C, G-O-D is my supplier Once it’s lost, cut it soft, amazing when I heard that Double up this fishscale, maybe bring all of these birds back Feathers Birds are determinant to enjoy all this lovely weather Never say never, said it so that won’t happen ever Ever so clever, yes sir, I get more close than Webber He cold, he cold, he cold, that’s just means I’m getting better Ego, ego, ego three birds are those three letters Stop it, I’m just trying to find a prophet Like I’m trying to align my pockets With those fine designer wallets full off cheddar Cheesus, like a picture full of teefus Preachers, I pulpit like a Michael Vick Bless, God is dope, Muhammad my connect
[Bridge] God is dope, a hundred bricks God is dope, a hundred bricks
[Hook] I got these, I got these, I got that If I whip it nigga, I ain’t coming back I be stunting, but you know where I’m at I can’t leave, I push some American Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Great American Rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap
[Verse 3] O-V-E-R-D-O-S-E everything I does Noah got a bolo that got shit from up above Gotta pick a side because they fight a war on drugs Well, you can tell ‘em cartel cause I’m riding with my blood Riding dirty, call it bible study And I pray you keep them pigs up out my way Because we eating like Ramadan in the evening So gotta re-up like five times a day And faithness is like the keys to the kingdom And the yayo for the halo, got my triple beam leanin’ And an M3 with a trunk full of what everybody fiendin’ And my rearview mirror cool, I see no daredevils or demons So God is dope, I’m slinging David with the bricks, I’m kingpin Trying to make me miss, they atheist God is dope, serving like it’s ’86
[Bridge] God is dope, a hundred bricks God is dope, a hundred bricks
[Hook] I got these, I got these, I got that If I whip it nigga, I ain’t coming back I be stunting, but you know where I’m at I can’t leave, I push some American Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Great American Rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rapTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
