For real a child of god, done made an watched me grow

Like i done watched an served fiends, made they addictions grow

Caught by 5-0, not me, never no

I'm a child of god, elemental like i'll make it snow

You know, God, forgive me

I ain't livin' all pious

An my sins could send me eternal to the dark lords fires

From lightin up the strip wit heaters

To coke fiends pipes wit they lighters

But i ask, do a thug a favour



Let me in line,

An when i get there i'll slang no more of them fine white lines,

No sacks sellin' for dimes, just some chopped up bub

God's Son rockin' Heaven with a bottle of bub

Don't need my snub

Cos lord you got my back

Smite any other nigga who can front on that

Cos this real nigga rap

Jeezy in the booth

Child of God, rap's saviour spittin truth in the booth