Who Is Your God?
Who Is Your God?

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Who Is Your God? Lyrics

You shall not make idols for yourselves or erect an image or pillar and
You shall not set up a figured stone in your land to bow down to it
Says the Lord your God
So we need to check in our hearts
What are we settin' up before God?
What type of things are we trusting in instead of Him?
Check your heart in Jesus Name
You all about your dough
Tell me who is your god
Ride the streets on chrome
Man, who is your god
Can’t leave them freaks alone
Tell me who is your god
Who is your god?
Who is your god?
Now where your god at?
Aye tell’em holla at mine
Where your god at?
Aye tell’em holla at mine
Where your god at?
Aye tell’em holla at mine
He can’t cuz he the false type
Cuz he the false type
Let me paint a perfect picture Jeremiah 10:5
Your idols may look righteous but they are not right
I hear talk of Santa Claus 'round Christmas time
But Santa C’s a fantasy
Cuz he’s not alive
On his list, you either naughty or nice
But Jesus desires mercy rather than sacrifice
Many will deceive with great signs after Christ
Pick up your cross and follow Him to everlasting life
Let’s not envy others, no American Idols
I can’t help it bro, I wanna be just like him
Drake ain’t the answer ‘Pac can’t keep my head up
If I rely on man I’ll be bound to no surrender
But God offers friendship
If we would just let up
And get up to come worship His glorious splendor
I don’t need Doctor Phil cuz my God is my mentor
Ask TMZ bout Him I bet they got no picture
You all about your dough
Tell me who is your god
Ride the streets on chrome
Man, who is your god
Can’t leave them freaks alone
Tell me who is your god
Who is your god?
Who is your god?
Now where your god at?
Aye tell’em holla at mine
Where your god at?
Aye tell’em holla at mine
Where your god at?
Aye tell’em holla at mine
He can’t cuz he the false type
Cuz he the false type
If He truly is your God and He is the King
Why you live your life like it ain’t a thing?
In the nightclubs poppin’ bottles dancing too close
On someone you don’t know
Thinkin' they the one like Uno
Who you know that’s Livin rite up in that party?
All of ’em lost ain’t one trying to live godly
You play with fire and ain’t worried bout the repercussions
But when you get burned
Tell me will you still trust them?
That person don’t know you, all they know is the moment
Get up out your fast car, take it a lot slower
Put down the drank and all the drugs
You need 1-800-JESUS call Him up
You could be in a casino riskin’ all your luck
But when you die, you can’t take all them bucks
Everything stays that’s inside your soul
So who you rollin’ with? When it’s time to go
You all about your dough
Tell me who is your god
Ride the streets on chrome
Man, who is your god
Can’t leave them freaks alone
Tell me who is your god
Who is your god?
Who is your god?
Now where your god at?
Aye tell’em holla at mine
Where your god at?
Aye tell’em holla at mine
Where your god at?
Aye tell’em holla at mine
He can’t cuz he the false type
Cuz he the false type
What up gangsta, what that thug life like!?
Rollin’ deep keepin' eyes peeled for them other guys
Guns and knives ain’t no real way to handle
Why you hide your face behind that bandana?
If the cost ain’t rite then your life ain’t guaranteed
At any time are you prepared to bleed?
All for a color, a color that means nothin
Color against color an exclamation of bloodshed
Put down the gun and pick up a real tool
Read the Bible know that Jesus can heal you
If your chrome is your throne, than beware of mildew
Cuz it won't bring you joy but it might just kill you
You can get riches why you still searching?
If our lives ain’t lived for Christ they are worthless
Cast demons out, let the God in you surface
Bow down before the King, a humble and willing servant
You all about your dough
Tell me who is your god
Ride the streets on chrome
Man, who is your god
Can’t leave them freaks alone
Tell me who is your god
Who is your god?
Who is your god?
Now where your god at?
Aye tell’em holla at mine
Where your god at?
Aye tell’em holla at mine
Where your god at?
Aye tell’em holla at mine
He can’t cuz he the false type
Cuz he the false type
If you hear in one of your cities
Which the Lord your God is giving you to dwell there
That certain worthless fellows have gone out among you and
Have drawn away the inhabitants of their city, saying
Let us go and serve other gods
Which you have not known
Then you shall inquire and make search and ask diligently and
Behold, if it be true and certain that such an abomination has been done among you
You shall surely put the inhabitants of that city to the sword
Devoting it to destruction, all who are in it and its cattle with the edge of the sword
You shall gather all of its spoil into the midst of its open square and
Burn the city and all of its spoil with fire
As a whole burnt offering to the Lord your God It shall be a heap forever
It shall not be built again

You shall not make idols for yourselves or erect an image or pillar and
You shall not set up a figured stone in your land to bow down to it
Says the Lord your God
So we need to check in our hearts
What are we settin' up before God?
What type of things are we trusting in instead of Him?
Check your heart in Jesus Name
You all about your dough
Tell me who is your god
Ride the streets on chrome
Man, who is your god
Can’t leave them freaks alone
Tell me who is your god
Who is your god?
Who is your god?
Now where your god at?
Aye tell’em holla at mine
Where your god at?
Aye tell’em holla at mine
Where your god at?
Aye tell’em holla at mine
He can’t cuz he the false type
Cuz he the false type
Let me paint a perfect picture Jeremiah 10:5
Your idols may look righteous but they are not right
I hear talk of Santa Claus 'round Christmas time
But Santa C’s a fantasy
Cuz he’s not alive
On his list, you either naughty or nice
But Jesus desires mercy rather than sacrifice
Many will deceive with great signs after Christ
Pick up your cross and follow Him to everlasting life
Let’s not envy others, no American Idols
I can’t help it bro, I wanna be just like him
Drake ain’t the answer ‘Pac can’t keep my head up
If I rely on man I’ll be bound to no surrender
But God offers friendship
If we would just let up
And get up to come worship His glorious splendor
I don’t need Doctor Phil cuz my God is my mentor
Ask TMZ bout Him I bet they got no picture
You all about your dough
Tell me who is your god
Ride the streets on chrome
Man, who is your god
Can’t leave them freaks alone
Tell me who is your god
Who is your god?
Who is your god?
Now where your god at?
Aye tell’em holla at mine
Where your god at?
Aye tell’em holla at mine
Where your god at?
Aye tell’em holla at mine
He can’t cuz he the false type
Cuz he the false type
If He truly is your God and He is the King
Why you live your life like it ain’t a thing?
In the nightclubs poppin’ bottles dancing too close
On someone you don’t know
Thinkin' they the one like Uno
Who you know that’s Livin rite up in that party?
All of ’em lost ain’t one trying to live godly
You play with fire and ain’t worried bout the repercussions
But when you get burned
Tell me will you still trust them?
That person don’t know you, all they know is the moment
Get up out your fast car, take it a lot slower
Put down the drank and all the drugs
You need 1-800-JESUS call Him up
You could be in a casino riskin’ all your luck
But when you die, you can’t take all them bucks
Everything stays that’s inside your soul
So who you rollin’ with? When it’s time to go
You all about your dough
Tell me who is your god
Ride the streets on chrome
Man, who is your god
Can’t leave them freaks alone
Tell me who is your god
Who is your god?
Who is your god?
Now where your god at?
Aye tell’em holla at mine
Where your god at?
Aye tell’em holla at mine
Where your god at?
Aye tell’em holla at mine
He can’t cuz he the false type
Cuz he the false type
What up gangsta, what that thug life like!?
Rollin’ deep keepin' eyes peeled for them other guys
Guns and knives ain’t no real way to handle
Why you hide your face behind that bandana?
If the cost ain’t rite then your life ain’t guaranteed
At any time are you prepared to bleed?
All for a color, a color that means nothin
Color against color an exclamation of bloodshed
Put down the gun and pick up a real tool
Read the Bible know that Jesus can heal you
If your chrome is your throne, than beware of mildew
Cuz it won't bring you joy but it might just kill you
You can get riches why you still searching?
If our lives ain’t lived for Christ they are worthless
Cast demons out, let the God in you surface
Bow down before the King, a humble and willing servant
You all about your dough
Tell me who is your god
Ride the streets on chrome
Man, who is your god
Can’t leave them freaks alone
Tell me who is your god
Who is your god?
Who is your god?
Now where your god at?
Aye tell’em holla at mine
Where your god at?
Aye tell’em holla at mine
Where your god at?
Aye tell’em holla at mine
He can’t cuz he the false type
Cuz he the false type
If you hear in one of your cities
Which the Lord your God is giving you to dwell there
That certain worthless fellows have gone out among you and
Have drawn away the inhabitants of their city, saying
Let us go and serve other gods
Which you have not known
Then you shall inquire and make search and ask diligently and
Behold, if it be true and certain that such an abomination has been done among you
You shall surely put the inhabitants of that city to the sword
Devoting it to destruction, all who are in it and its cattle with the edge of the sword
You shall gather all of its spoil into the midst of its open square and
Burn the city and all of its spoil with fire
As a whole burnt offering to the Lord your God It shall be a heap forever
It shall not be built again

Writer(s): Allen Musaraca
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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