[Intro: sampled]
[Hook: Krondon]
God understands n***as
That's what the gun do
Don't f** around and let it merk you
God understands n***as
That's what the gun do
Don't f** around and let it hurt you
God understands n***as
That's what the gun do
Don't f** around and let it merk you
God understands n***as
That's what the gun do
Don't f** around and let it hurt you
God understands n***as
[Verse 1: Krondon]
Only pull it if it's purple
Exhaling marijuana circles
I been missing church (fool?)
Chillin' with the homies what the work do
Money on the table
Still the foundation of stable
What if Cain and Abel
Didn't use a rock but a banger
Tell me would the world change much
Would the preacher still touch
Little boys instead of tryna uplift or reach us
n***a why your feet up
I hear your stomach growling
Don't you gotta pick your seeds up
And they don't even need much
But a little time but you gotta grind to re-up
f**in' roll the weed up
Don't forget to grab your gun we up
[Hook: Krondon]
[Verse 2: Chace Infinite]
The rare verse I dare curse the n***a that brought peace
Hell's dogs walking the short leash, of course we
Confront devils in all forms
Look where I come from
You can't endure the work till the (law's?) done
The pendulum rhythm symbolizes my life algorithm
Back and forth the modern n***a post-colonialism
In search of riches to find
Snitches define the current state of mind
Assimilation to my kind
Confused n***as abuse triggers to prove difference
Don't the presence of confusion get to you, n***a
Stay cool in the drama and keep the llama close
Or cheat to thinking n***as moving like Geronimo
The colder k**ers is really written in silence
My colder language is broken down into violence
Young n***as wylin'
A concrete asylum
It's hell from the barrel when them hammers is firin'
[Hook: Krondon]
[Verse 3: Krondon]
I always got one
Cause I don't wanna be the n***a caught without
One always not a option though
Operating out here with these goons
Higher n***as occupying (erooms?)
The ghetto get colder than a igloo
And we knew when we was little God understood n***as
That's why he put Ferraris in the hood
And them (water wall?) weed shops promoting that good
When I was servin', sent all the smokers to me
I mean the version, of every single fish in the sea
From the Persians, to pretty little Asians that skeet
Now that I'm servin' his word is like a (?) for free
My only purpose, is play and get the money and
Build a legacy plant my family tree high on the hill
But caution, we aim with the armored guards (?)
Have fun but this ain't no party
[Hook: Krondon]
[Outro: Sampled + Krondon]
God understands n***as
God understands n***as