Right Hand 2 God

I put my right hand to God, shine on these broads
 Stay on my job, grind with my squad
 Hundred racks on my car, no license at all
 No tint on that thing, nigga, 'cause that's how we ball
 All these fuck niggas flawed, suckas and frauds
 My circle so small, stick to my script and just ball
 First, I pick up my bitch, then we shut down the mall
 Had to pick up the tip, she tried to pay for it all
 Bring some Yac' with my plate, garlic noodles and steak
 Bouncin' out the valet, with all these tats' on my face
 People looking like, "Hey! Black nigga stay in your place"
 But it's some shit they gon' think, and it's some shit they gon' say
 Got to a brick from an eighth, see that music's my fate
 Switched it out from out my trunk, went to the top of my state
 And I Versace'd my waist, like 2Pac in his hey'
 Brian Williams, how I built this All Money Estate, woah
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 I put my right hand to God
 
 I put my right hand to God
 I put my right hand to Jesus, fly like a eagle
 Fight with these demons, shine light on my people
 This life is a free throw, success is a kilo
 My wife is a C-note, but my mistress is Creole
 I sip on that Clicquot, while I'm bangin' that Z-Ro
 Ghetto nigga like Cheetos, that got more famous than CeeLo
 Turn legit from illegal, just like Pesci in Casino
 Get JS off of P-role, watch him blow up like C4
 I rose from a Regal, Auroras and Lincolns
 Low-pros on Alpinas, to German drop top two-seaters
 Was young and prestigious, phone was matchin' my beeper
 "How the fuck you gon' reach him? He makin' more than his teachers"
 Movin' forward with speed, all your morals'll leave
 Only focus is cheese, now the forest is trees
 Got infected with greed, distort what you see
 Your worst nightmare than me, is justifyin' your means
 Hold up!
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 I put my right hand to God
 I put my right hand to God