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FIND GOD
Kenny Mason, Dominic Fike
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Hey, operator, what's on my radar?
Predict my weather, but can't stop the Maker from
Rain my parade I spent all day making
Curse the Creator, but can't stop the haters from
She said, "Do you see the state of the world?"
I do, I wish I was a billionaire
I would help the little boys and the girls, mm
But then she became a millionaire
And the world still hurts 'til she hurts too
You grow up and forget all of the things that don't concern you
The gas going up, it cost almost much as your perfume
A taskforce dropped and somebody shot, it was on the news
But you know the news (but you know the news)
We don't even know if it's true (we don't even know if it's true)
Somebody on the left said the right, they was in the wrong
Then somebody left from the right 'cause they did them harm
Now it's on the news once again and I'm tuning in
Then I flip the channel and I watch another panel
Then the radio was screaming, so I'm turning off the TV
Just to see what it was saying, and I called up the station and asked
"Hey, operator, what's on my radar?
Predict my weather, but can't stop the Maker from
Rain my parade I spent all day making
Curse the Creator, but can't stop the haters from"
Loading my 40 'fore I lay in my bed
Praying that the devil don't lay in my bed
Praying that the devil don't play with my head
Praying I don't catch my break when I'm dead (yeah)
Certified nine nigga, drowning in nihilism
My denial is a wide river
My boy got fully automatics, I'ma slide with him
But if he say some' problematic, would I side with him?
You think me holding you accountable is side-switching
If my opinion on it sound different
You look at me like I'm the prime villain
You can't acknowledge that the times different
That shit you yapping 'bout be scaring all the fine bitches
Goddamn
I don't think I'm a better person 'cause I side with them
I just be thinking 'bout how I would feel if I was them
I think the proof on why they got us all divided is
Money at the root is usually what the truth is hiding in
Kids getting suited, usually what the youth confiding in
Overcoming pain way different from surviving it
Giving love away way different from providing it
Staying out the way is way different from you hiding, bitch
Anyway, I don't need an image to intimidate
I done seen the pussy in the people that you imitate
I'ma keep it pushing 'til they activate my inner hate
Why you fake surprised when you find out that a nigga fake?
Why you put him on as character and question anyway?
Why a hundred for the karats? This my budget anyway
Why I got to play a character to try to get a play?
Why I got to put some karats up to show I'm getting paid?
Swear, the world burning, I know God gon' flood it any day
When that day come, I hope my diamonds flooded anyway
People I can trust come a dime a dozen anyway
I don't keep in touch, then it's probably 'cause I feel a way
When you looking at me, is you really seeing me?
How the hell you judging who I am without you being me?
I got a solution that will unify you easily
Fuck the whole world, I hate all you niggas equally, fuck
Hey, operator, what's on my radar?
Predict my weather, but can't stop the Maker from
Rain my parade I spent all day making
Curse the Creator, but can't stop the haters from
Shoot at the school boy, there goes the weekend
He's off the deep end, but no one believes him
Hey, operator, what's on my radar?
Predict my weather, but can't stop the Maker f-
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