Dont't be mad (Who Da'Blame)

Yeah, Come on

Blame God, blame God

Thats right, come on

Blame God, blame God

Yeah, come on

Blame God, blame God

[B.B. Jay]

Sound the alarm 'cuz I'm dropping the bomb

B.B. Jay's like the fine Don Corleon

Off gaurd, know I caught all y'all, didn't I?

???, fat track, took you like a drug

Rotate the love, I'm about to rule in a minute

Graves are dug, all you gotta do is lay in it

Profile of a thug is the worse like a curse

You doomed you done, room enough for one

Gotta pray, mad prayer-haters jealous today

Its gonna take more than that for you to hinder my pray

Je-sus, give 'em the praise for the great things he has done

None can stop, we as one

Gospel bad boy rule like ???

Open ya eyes and recognize who I am son

'Cuz of Christ I'm jiggy laced in ice

Roll tighter than the vice, like a five for life

Hook: B.B. Jay

Don't be mad 'cuz I'm fat like that

Don't be mad 'cuz I'm blessed like that

Don't be mad 'cuz yo' style is wack (Blame God)

Who da' blame? (Blame God)

Don't be mad 'cuz I'm fat like that

Don't be mad 'cuz I'm blessed like that

Don't be mad 'cuz yo' style is wack (Blame God)

Who da' blame? (Blame God)

[B.B. Jay]

I'm not your average mediocre joker trying to be hard

Or be God, just a brotha tryin to live the dream y'all

Recall the work and the sweat, love and the debt

Tears through the years and all my family and peers who got wet

Regret, a lot of things

Never sweat, a lot of things

Understand, be the man cost of a lotta things

Diamond rings, cuban linkas, shouldn't intreg us

Its a fact crack kills, real, we need Jesus

How you feel, peel a hundred bil of ya knot

Head, so hungry you can hear their stomach growl

Down the block, on the real money

A little money never make you hot

Just like you can get money

Money, you can get got

Believe dat, easy like a nine to ya mind

On a breezy night nobody there to shine but the street light

Be like on the nuetral side, representin Christ

You know the one who crucified, top of chains baby

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[B.B. Jay]

When you see me flossin, whippin somethin awesome

Don't be mad at fat dad 'cuz you walkin

When you had a job shoulda paid yo' time

But nah, you was too busy clockin mine

Now I shine like the stratus, jokers mad at us

My whole team get more cream than bank bandits

G-O-S-P-E-L I'm preachin that

Land Cruiser fully loaded, I'm peepin that

Credit forget, co-signer never dat

I want it daddy, cash to carry gimme that

Twenty years po' black, now I'm phat

Non-believers where they at, I shut that trap

Heart attack, B.B. Jay got mad flavors

'Cuz of Jeee-sus, we just stackin paper

By the truckloads, on silk sheets I dose

Like the president

Order what you want, I own the restaurant

The capital G, O-D be the glory

Uhh, universal concussion, end of story

Hook