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?  Humbug, 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 Buju Banton  Open ya eyes and recognize who I am son  Cause of Christ I'm jiggy laced in ice  Roll tighter than the vice, sanctified 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 to cause of a lotta things  Diamond rings, cuban linkas, shouldn't intrigue us  It's a fact crack kills, real, we need Jesus  How you feel, peel a hundred bill off 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 neutral side, representin Christ  You know the one who crucified, time for change, 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' tithes  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 it, co-signer never that  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