G​.​O​.​D

from G​.​O​.​D by Provocalz

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Fresh to death
Sydney's all we fucking rep
Ground zero
Eh

1967 on the Polo bruz I seen struggle
Armageddon through my eyes all I see is trouble
G.O.D. in '95s with the green bubbles
Greed over dreams, cash rules and I need a bundle
I've been humble get devoured we don't fight fair
My boys selling powder, street dreams and nightmares
In Nike Airs, PRO I'm like a SK
Hanging out the window over beats bruz, I let it spray
Get away, give me room, I'm on the rise, bruz
Top five in the country, fucking right, bruz
I was raised in the '90s, heroin and Air Max
Now I'm trying to get my hands on that mediene cash
Never been a rat, pull the bally down, fade to black
Raise a stash, take a crack, we had to fucking make a stack
Wad full of hundreds so green like a Raiders hat
Motherfucker, you ain't made for that

Greed over dollars
G.O.D.
Bruz I'm Rocky in that meat locker
In that meat locker
Going hard for mine
Going hard for mine
Like a fucking street bomber
Like a fucking street bomber
Greed over dollars
G.O.D.
Bruz I'm Rocky in that meat locker
In that meat locker
Going hard for mine
Going hard for mine
Like a fucking street bomber
Like a fucking street bomber

Box cutter, box cutter, what you want, brother?
I wanna stack a pineapples like a hot summer
Greenbacks got me dreaming 'bout some cash
Give me reasons to react
Leave you freezing from the slash
Cold blades, I make a mess like I'm pro hart
PRO, south-west I rep it so hard
That Sydneyizm, Air Max
Tachini rhythm, stand back
Motherfucker, you don't want to be an easy victim
Seen him slip and caught the cunt
Then he dropped like Vision
Sipping grog, empty bottles, making wrong decisions
Politician hand to heart for their wads I'll mission
And I got bars like my cuz that's locked up in prison
I shut it down with the Kooris bruz, don't fuck around
The Gumeroi 500 makes a fucking sound
Pockets empty come up short like John stockton
ready to drop gems
Brah these rocks are heavy

Greed over dollars
G.O.D.
Bruz I'm Rocky in that meat locker
In that meat locker
Going hard for mine
Going hard for mine
Like a fucking street bomber
Like a fucking street bomber
Greed over dollars
G.O.D.
Bruz I'm Rocky in that meat locker
In that meat locker
Going hard for mine
Going hard for mine
Like a fucking street bomber
Like a fucking street bomber

Fuck government money, bruz, I'd rather sell drugs
Grip a bundle and hustle my way to hell, cuz
Somebody tell cunts praying for some fresh Airs
We peddle wares, recite the devil's prayer:
"As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
In a new pair of Maxes, bruz, looking fresh
It's always greed over dreams
Fuck whatever's left
We're just praying for some fresh Airs."

G.O.D.
Bruz I'm Rocky in that meat locker
In that meat locker
Going hard for mine
Going hard for mine
Like a fucking street bomber
Like a fucking street bomber
Greed over dollars
G.O.D.
Bruz I'm Rocky in that meat locker
In that meat locker
Going hard for mine
Going hard for mine
Like a fucking street bomber
Like a fucking street bomber

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from G​.​O​.​D, released January 20, 2019

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provocalz is a raw straight up no gimmicks no bullshit mc from south west Sydney raised in the 90s the golden era of hip hop..ill flows ill lyricism n for real reasons

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