God On My Side

[Intro]
Yeah
Long days
Cold nights
God on my side though (uh)
[Verse 1]
I was hungry, had to get it
Turned a headache to a ticket
Kept it quiet, kept it wicked
Every loss became a mission
Empty fridge, I remember
Winter felt like last December
Hands numb, heart tender
Now my name like legal tender
Still I’m walking with that metal
Eyes peeled, different level
Every handshake feel like trouble
Every blessing came with shovels
Bury old ways, dig a lane
Carve my mark inside the grain
If they test me, I don’t flinch
Every scar already came
[Chorus]
I walk through the fire with God on my side
If they want smoke, they can step in the line
Pistol on my hip and a prayer on my mind
Self-made, self-paid, I’m ready every time
I walk through the fire with God on my side
Hustle every day, I got too much pride
If they want smoke, they can step in the light
Hands up, chin up, I’m ready for the fight (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Couch surfing, same hoodie
One plate, split the goodies
Now it’s meetings, back of hoodies
Still the same, don’t you push me
Talk tough, I done heard that
Whole block know I serve back
Quiet storm in a durag
Count my blessings, then I pack
Keep my circle like a dot
Everybody else a plot
Smile wide, heart rot
I can tell who really not
Devil talking in my ear
God stronger, I don’t steer
I’ve been standing in my fear
Turned that pressure into gear (skrrt)
[Chorus]
I walk through the fire with God on my side
If they want smoke, they can step in the line
Pistol on my hip and a prayer on my mind
Self-made, self-paid, I’m ready every time
I walk through the fire with God on my side
Hustle every day, I got too much pride
If they want smoke, they can step in the light
Hands up, chin up, I’m ready for the fight (ready for the fight)
[Bridge]
Made my lane from the dirt, from the pain (from the pain)
If they come for my life, better aim (better aim)
I ain’t running from a threat or a name
Got this armor on my soul, I’m sustained (yeah)
[Chorus]
I walk through the fire with God on my side
If they want smoke, they can step in the line
Pistol on my hip and a prayer on my mind
Self-made, self-paid, I’m ready every time
I walk through the fire with God on my side
Hustle every day, I got too much pride
If they want smoke, they can step in the light
Hands up, chin up, I’m ready for the fight

rap, Gritty trap beat with heavy, distorted 808 bass and crisp rattling hats, hard-snapping snare. Male vocals, aggressive delivery with a hoarse edge; hook opens up with stacked gang vocals and subtle organ stabs. Verses stay tight and confrontational, ad-libs tucked deep for menace, occasional low choir pad in the background to hint at the spiritual angle., classic