Yeah, Come on   Blame God, blame God   Thats right, come on   Blame God, blame God   Yeah, come on   Blame God, blame God      [B.B. Jay]   Sound the alarm 'cuz I'm dropping the bomb   B.B. Jay's like the fine Don Corleon   Off gaurd, know I caught all y'all, didn't I?   ???, fat track, took you like a drug   Rotate the love, I'm about to rule in a minute   Graves are dug, all you gotta do is lay in it   Profile of a thug is the worse like a curse   You doomed you done, room enough for one   Gotta pray, mad prayer-haters jealous today   Its gonna take more than that for you to hinder my pray   Je-sus, give 'em the praise for the great things he has done   None can stop, we as one   Gospel bad boy rule like ???   Open ya eyes and recognize who I am son   'Cuz of Christ I'm jiggy laced in ice   Roll tighter than the vice, like a five for life      Hook: B.B. Jay      Don't be mad 'cuz I'm fat like that   Don't be mad 'cuz I'm blessed like that   Don't be mad 'cuz yo' style is wack (Blame God)   Who da' blame? (Blame God)   Don't be mad 'cuz I'm fat like that   Don't be mad 'cuz I'm blessed like that   Don't be mad 'cuz yo' style is wack (Blame God)   Who da' blame? (Blame God)      [B.B. Jay]   I'm not your average mediocre joker trying to be hard   Or be God, just a brotha tryin to live the dream y'all   Recall the work and the sweat, love and the debt   Tears through the years and all my family and peers who got wet   Regret, a lot of things   Never sweat, a lot of things   Understand, be the man cost of a lotta things   Diamond rings, cuban linkas, shouldn't intreg us   Its a fact crack kills, real, we need Jesus   How you feel, peel a hundred bil of ya knot   Head, so hungry you can hear their stomach growl   Down the block, on the real money   A little money never make you hot   Just like you can get money   Money, you can get got   Believe dat, easy like a nine to ya mind   On a breezy night nobody there to shine but the street light   Be like on the nuetral side, representin Christ   You know the one who crucified, top of chains baby      Hook      [B.B. Jay]   When you see me flossin, whippin somethin awesome   Don't be mad at fat dad 'cuz you walkin   When you had a job shoulda paid yo' time    But nah, you was too busy clockin mine   Now I shine like the stratus, jokers mad at us    My whole team get more cream than bank bandits   G-O-S-P-E-L I'm preachin that   Land Cruiser fully loaded, I'm peepin that   Credit forget, co-signer never dat   I want it daddy, cash to carry gimme that   Twenty years po' black, now I'm phat   Non-believers where they at, I shut that trap   Heart attack, B.B. Jay got mad flavors   'Cuz of Jeee-sus, we just stackin paper   By the truckloads, on silk sheets I dose   Like the president   Order what you want, I own the restaurant   The capital G, O-D be the glory   Uhh, universal concussion, end of story      Hook