Father of God

The kids want hits
I hope I don’t hit 'em to hard with this
I think I got a good shot, yeah
Like Annie Leibovitz
I’m going in
And I might never come out again
And if I do
Nothing will be the same
'Cause money, drugs, bitches, fame
Money, drugs, bitches and fame
Money, drugs, bitches, fame
Ah, it really changes the game
(Check it ah)
On a sunrise four years ago
Was the first time I saw my son’s eyes
I am the father of God, the son of God
And the brother of Jesus Christ
Amen, put your hands together
And make 'em clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
This is how we pray, fuck did y’all say?
That’s what I thought
Nothing that I need I ain’t already got
Yeah all I know: This life is like a rodeo
It beats me down, I get back up
And say I never get enough
Money, drugs, bitches, fame
Money, drugs, bitches and fame
Money, drugs, bitches, fame
Ah, it really changes the game
Money, drugs, bitches, fame
Money, drugs, bitches, fame
Money, drugs, bitches, fame
Money, drugs
Money, drugs, bitches, fame
Money, drugs, bitches and fame
Money, drugs, bitches, fame