[Intro]

What is the God Box? (I was searching)

Who is the God Box? (Everywhere)

Are you the God Box? (But there)

I don't understand (Or here)

Can you help me? (Yeah)

[Verse]

I didn't run from the mainstream, I swam right through it

A salmon with the flow the way I move through the fluid

Spit druid, red fluid seeping from your Caesar

Selfish with the mic, a Mississippi Ebenezer

Yeah, chef Curry, no pot

Klay Thompson in the third against Shaq with the Glock

Yeah, thirty-seven, block, block

Yeah I'm conscious but the pistol that I got still pop

Uh, I need every Iguodala

Yeah I spit it how I live it while you gargle and you swallow

Yeah, uh, they call it follow through

I took a jump shot but didn't break my wrist like you

Ooh, but it's the motherfucking truth

I have nothing against them but I do against you (Against you)

Yeah, 'cause you motherfucking lying

Yeah, you spit it like a gangster while these kids here dying (Dying)

And these crackers out here trying

To make melanin, I'm telling them (Telling them)

Bitch it won't work

You want God? I think I seen God in a skirt (In a skirt)

Yeah, she had deep black skin

But she was looking for herself on the out and not the in

[Outro]

Sigh, I love you (I love me too)

The God Box (I love me too)