Made in His Image

If there's a God above

Can you hear me?

They say you're all-forgiving

Are you really?

I've been on the ropes

So, I don't know

And if there's a Hell below

I bet we all gon' go, yeah

It's been some years but I still got some faith

Grandma's gone I pray she gets home safe

Made in His image

My value can never diminish

I got the words of a minister

Blessing the page when I pen it

Whoever got next, we not similar

This is no regular pendant

It was made in His image too

Of the living 12 tribes, I'm a descendent

Like a tendon, I got pull, aye

I'ma kill these niggas for proof, aye

Better tell these niggas to move, aye

Like I'm talking to the rock of the tomb in 3 days

Then I walk in the room with closed wounds

Now the pockets full, they pre-paid

Made it through the fire

Made it, made it through the fire

Don't look, don't look too surprised

They trying to fuck with me

Don't think you should try, yeah, yeah

I mean God forbid

They don't want to stop 'til I cop a chop-chop

Get to chopping

Then it's stop, drop, when it's firing

Niggas do what do they do with the talking

Then it's du-gu-du-du

Then jump in the pool for baptizing

Walk into the light, no more hiding