The Sermon - Fred The Godson

Let me warn you, I want you to follow

Because no matter what you always think you might know

We will always be one step, three steps, seven steps ahead of you

And just when you think you’re catching up

That’s when we’ll be right behind you

And at no time will you be anywhere other than

Exactly where I want you to be

So come close, get all over me;

Because the closer you think you are

The less you’ll actually see

I put your crew in hard bottoms

The priest is like God’s got him

He never did nothin' nobody

But them boys shot him

That’s how the cookie crumble

Ah, thats how the cookie

I put your crew in hard bottoms

The priest is like God’s got him

He never did nothin' nobody

But them boys shot him

That’s how the cookie crumble

Ah, that’s just how the cookie crumble

I fly in work while listening to India

Arie, Frank got it from the jungle

In India I ran

I dont act the way all men act

My words deep, get an almanac, I’m nice

Where his dollars at?

Anything talking 'bout money

I got my arms in that

Arms are clappin'

Where yo uncles and yo aunts is at

I get 'em crack black opposite

Black ops n shit, spin his chest around

It’s back opposite

Balls slow, I took it there, silenced 'em

Got no swag, you a cornrow, rookie year, Iverson

Got your girl on the roof, is she a looker?

Got clips, if you wanna act malice I’mma push ya

TBM they fear (TBM), gimme space like Venus (why?)

The Mac 10 is here

Venus, Notice I said tennis, I ain’t judgin' you

But you can feel my bar in every sentence

They told me to lose some weight

Discriminate on my image

So when I Pop eyes, Just won’t be needin' yo spinach

I’m on the block, I just hit you back when I’m finished

Hope it’s all there, I ain’t counting it in like a scrimmage

Remember when Favre left?

Left green-bay sick

Throw this cheese far left and get this green basic

I need the block to know, violate and he got to go

Hammer spit, banana clips, stuff his face wit some platanos