Lyrics On God - Joule$

Swear that I'm destined, I put that on god
Socialize less cause most niggas are fraud
Real recognize ain't no need to applaud
I cannot fake it can't live no facade

My mind and soul like two peas in a pod
Body the vessel, Merkaba shine
I'm just product of space and time
One hit of this see the face of god

Light hit my prism just trace the lines
Geometric shapes create the fractals
I keep a blade like exacto
Throw her a stack count the cash up
I get this cake I still act broke
Can't let you fuck up my cash flow
People be fake but I have hope
Some people think I'm a asshole
Like I won't pull up no mask on
Moment of silence it's hats off
I can't do handshakes or hand offs
Bad bitch she twerk like a mascot
Don't touch my bae keep ya hands off
Don't be surprised when your mans gone

Milly rocking with the smudge
Get the bad vibes out a room
Ain't no bad time round joules
Oh they mad? Why? Cash rules
Everything around me fucking moves
Come around with them bad vibes
Ain't no telling what I'm finna do
I know felons, niggas selling too
Serve a pound right out a Bentley coupe
Hit you so hard that you won't recoup