[Intro: Bishop Robert G. Moore Jr.]
David is heading back
He's got a three day journey
And the Bible says that they marched three days
They're looking for watches, they're looking for comfort
They're looking for comfort and joy that will come from their loved ones
That will come from their family members
That will come from the love of seeing their wives and their children
And they get back to Ziklag and find out that everything is gone
[Chorus: Kanye West]
It ain't up to you no more
God's Country, this is war
Hold on son, I make it storm
Rolex tryna make it four
It ain't up to you no more
God's Country, this is war
'Member signing for my morals
Y'all are talkin' to the boss
I'ma talk to you
[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Wakin' up, I see the light
I been drunk and it's alright
I took the drive to clear my mental
Would tint the whip, but it's a bike
It's demon time, I got it on me
Might earn a teardrop overnight
Wear Louis shades to block my psyche
It's hot as hell, but where the ice?
You in God's Country, not in Montgomery
Go Ted Bundy, then go home and play Al Bundy
The card black and you know it got a sky limit
I make a mill' every—, you decide, choice is yours
The butterfly reflect the doors
I hit the gas and metamorph
Couldn't get this shit off credit score
Hunnid thousand pack the fans
Got 'em jumpin' with no hands
Need more spaces where we jam
In God's Country wit' the fam'
Yeah, woah
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
She ugly hot, like a chick that call you to borrow
Five hunnid, then promise she gon' pay you back tomorrow
Then left with a scammer with a Gucci hat from Marshalls
Slept with him, then woke up, saw his watch was a Fossil
Everybody wear a costume, spray a little extra perfume
YEEZYs in the stock room, that's the name, make the stock boom
Hit the club with at least ten, you in a 500, that's a cheap Benz
I promised Playboi we'd get the tape out 'fore the weekend is over
Too famous to sneak in
Wolverine in a sheepskin, I be goin' off the deep end
We here for a reason, boy, we got more to do
You texted like, "Yo," I'm like, "Yo, I been avoidin' you"
If they don't play this, call the DJ
This verse just shut down the freeway
Born in the A, you can't impeach Ye
The case so brief, don't bring your briefcase
[Chorus: Kanye West & Travis Scott]
It ain't up to you no more
God's Country, this is war
Hold on son, I make it storm
Rolex tryna make it four
It ain't up to you no more
God's Country, this is war
'Member signing for my morals
Y'all are talkin' to the boss
I'ma talk to you