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...With God Video (MV)




Performed By: 5th Child
Length: 4:27
Written by: ARLANDO BROWN, STEPHEN BROWN




5th Child - ...With God Lyrics




Saying if it ain't real then it ain't me
Bring it to you hi-def nigga HD
When God with me there ain't nothing that I can't be
That I can't do, that I can't see
Take a minute say a prayer to get my mind right
When God with you baby this is what it sound like
What it sound like this is what it sound like
When God with you baby this is what it sound like

My conversations with the Lord
Used to push a 93 Civic
Though I've never been the richest we was still on one accord
My treasure wasn't measure by how much I could afford
Thought the stress would've killed my faith
Instead it got restored
Blessed, that's evident whenever I record
Crack the door and let God in
Look at who done hopped in
Wanna be your top 10 possibly your top 3
Anything you wanted go and get it nigga
Godspeed
Later for them hater players
And them pay to players
That be charging rappers fees to rock a mic
Taking undiscovered teens
Sell them diamond covered dreams
Like this seven-minute slot could be the shot to change your life
And if the shoe fits, pose in your new kicks
Pacquiao fans got excuses when the truth hits
I lay that hammer down
Can't touch it boy I'm too quick
Soul on fleek so it's more than the music

Saying if it ain't real then it ain't me
Bring it to you hi-def nigga HD
When God with me there ain't nothing that I can't be
That I can't do, that I can't see
Take a minute say a prayer to get my mind right
When God with you baby this is what it sound like
What it sound like this is what it sound like
When God with you baby this is what it sound like

Jesus take the wheel
Chizzle riding shotgun
Rappers want a deal
I already got one
Signed to the real, wait until I drop son
I put that on my nephews, shout out to my God son
Victory is mine, you can let the clock run
Bro I'm hitting buzzard beaters for the love of Jesus
Southern jazzy, now who else could get the job done
On God if it ain't the squad the discussions ceases
Bucks increase until my cousin's beat is crushed to pieces
You bringing dunces to the function
They amongst a genius
See these bustas they suck and they nothing but facetious
Adjust the speakers, we ain't feeling nothing but the features
It's all love though, something that they hate showing
It's like a job, pray for it and they hate going
Gotta have heart, rest in peace to the late Owen
They throwing shade, Let them hate
Slide the drapes open

Saying if it ain't real then it ain't me
Bring it to you hi-def nigga HD
When God with me there ain't nothing that I can't be
That I can't do, that I can't see
Take a minute say a prayer to get my mind right
When God with you baby this is what it sound like
What it sound like this is what it sound like
When God with you baby this is what it sound like
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Saying if it ain't real then it ain't me
Bring it to you hi-def nigga HD
When God with me there ain't nothing that I can't be
That I can't do, that I can't see
Take a minute say a prayer to get my mind right
When God with you baby this is what it sound like
What it sound like this is what it sound like
When God with you baby this is what it sound like

My conversations with the Lord
Used to push a 93 Civic
Though I've never been the richest we was still on one accord
My treasure wasn't measure by how much I could afford
Thought the stress would've killed my faith
Instead it got restored
Blessed, that's evident whenever I record
Crack the door and let God in
Look at who done hopped in
Wanna be your top 10 possibly your top 3
Anything you wanted go and get it nigga
Godspeed
Later for them hater players
And them pay to players
That be charging rappers fees to rock a mic
Taking undiscovered teens
Sell them diamond covered dreams
Like this seven-minute slot could be the shot to change your life
And if the shoe fits, pose in your new kicks
Pacquiao fans got excuses when the truth hits
I lay that hammer down
Can't touch it boy I'm too quick
Soul on fleek so it's more than the music

Saying if it ain't real then it ain't me
Bring it to you hi-def nigga HD
When God with me there ain't nothing that I can't be
That I can't do, that I can't see
Take a minute say a prayer to get my mind right
When God with you baby this is what it sound like
What it sound like this is what it sound like
When God with you baby this is what it sound like

Jesus take the wheel
Chizzle riding shotgun
Rappers want a deal
I already got one
Signed to the real, wait until I drop son
I put that on my nephews, shout out to my God son
Victory is mine, you can let the clock run
Bro I'm hitting buzzard beaters for the love of Jesus
Southern jazzy, now who else could get the job done
On God if it ain't the squad the discussions ceases
Bucks increase until my cousin's beat is crushed to pieces
You bringing dunces to the function
They amongst a genius
See these bustas they suck and they nothing but facetious
Adjust the speakers, we ain't feeling nothing but the features
It's all love though, something that they hate showing
It's like a job, pray for it and they hate going
Gotta have heart, rest in peace to the late Owen
They throwing shade, Let them hate
Slide the drapes open

Saying if it ain't real then it ain't me
Bring it to you hi-def nigga HD
When God with me there ain't nothing that I can't be
That I can't do, that I can't see
Take a minute say a prayer to get my mind right
When God with you baby this is what it sound like
What it sound like this is what it sound like
When God with you baby this is what it sound like
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: ARLANDO BROWN, STEPHEN BROWN
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