Goon

You are not a goon

That's not why he created you

He made you for his glory

In his image and his likeness

Streets they shake me raise me made me all about the fetti dough

Feds i go the cosh and never know when i'ma let it go

Me and my eyes got the kush to the fire

Fractured on my side down to push, i'm a rider

This is all i know, do whatever for the cake

Keep the fitty pulled low, you tell a felon by his face

My dream was movin' weight, thinkin' money over anything

Finna sell some dope man before we rock them skinny jeans

See me and my cup, thinkin' what, livin' life it's fast as a race

At 16 my homie galen lost half of his face

Had your boy in gold, he over rippin' big

Had to support the habit, now i'ma stick again

Wasn't young and unashamed, i'd rather die in the game

The streets remember my name, with little fortune and fame

All that i'm sayin' i done been in ya shoes

And in ya tombs now i'm yellin' to dudes ...

You are not a goon

That's not why he created you

He made you for his glory

In his image and his likeness

Lil homie i was you

Grindin' for that chain that fame that payback

Lost it with that vain that pain to save me

Till christ came and made and changed me

No homie you are not a goon

I hit the block at 16, in the gut supreme

My only dream, to put a brick up on the triple beam

So i hit the hood hard, tryna make the cream

My mindset, to get more paper than i'd ever seen

I told the homie fast, we bout to make it move

The hood made me crazy, full-blooded goon

My back against the wall, i didn't know what to do

Thought i was really winnin', but i was bout to lose

(fast forward) learned i was made for worship, that i was made with purpose

Thought i was livin' but i hadn't even scratched the surface

Learned i was made in his image, that's what it do

That's why i'm here talkin' to you, no homie you are not a goon

You are not a goon

That's not why he created you

He made you for his glory

In his image and his likeness

Lil homie i was you

Grindin' for that chain that fame that payback

Lost it with that vain that pain to save me

Till christ came and made and changed me

No homie you are not a goon

God made you in his image, not here to model men

Ogs they may have raised you, but he made you to model him

Your heart beats for the streets, homie i feel your grind

Heartbeats for the streets, the son lived and died

Rides to get you peace, so why ride with the streets?

Life your life as a goon, die and face god who's a beast

We rep god over beats, hope the hood get it soon

He knew you from the womb to the tomb

You wouldn't need to be a goon

You are not a goon

That's not why he created you

He made you for his glory

In his image and his likeness

Lil homie i was you

Grindin' for that chain that fame that payback

Lost it with that vain that pain to save me

Till christ came and made and changed me

No homie you are not a goon

No homie you are not a goon

No homie you are not a goon

No homie you are not a goon

No homie you are not a goon