B.O.B. - God Is Gracious lyrics

[Verse 1] God is gracious, god is good I thank god I made it out the hood Misguided, misunderstood Eyes red like riding hood Tho around my hood, I prolly don't get the hoorah I should Cuz I don't sound as Atlanta, I don't sound as hood I don't sound as gutter, I wasn't around the crooks I should write a book, call it anti-social Circle so small that the sh**'s a oval I don't know I guess I'm not as soulful I don't know I guess I'm not as local I don't know I guess I'm way too boastful All these shows, man I'm way too global Trusting these hoes man, I'm way to hopeful Speaking my mind man I'm way to vocal And I'm way too local And it's crazy how n***as could see their self When they look at you and believe their self In the ring you the people's champ So they see them rings And they see them belts Now you done bossed up But yall could see it your self Changed up, you need to be your self Whatever the f** that is And f** this rap sh** Whatever the f** that is It's more to Atlanta than just being a dumb black n***a And a slum black kid It's more to Atlanta than just being a conscious rapper With some content on a compact disc, in a backpack With some nappy a** hair Just so you could feel more black f** it i'm back [?] [Chorus] See I was just the average Jo I coulda have a average job Was hungry and I wanted more But back then I had it all Before I drove the fancy cars Before I smoked with all the stars Was hungry and I wanted more Back then I had it all Back then I had it all Back then I had it all My family ain't gon never starve Tho back then I had it all [Verse 2] Back then they didn't want me Now I'm on they still phony Fake cool, fake dudes, fake beefing They still cloning And I'm still lonely, they be taking shots at the big homey You still lonely up top And the only friend that I got They say they sleeping on me It's a bunch of undercovers, undercover cops Undercover brothers ummm I ain't one to judged ya, I'm just saying it's a lot Of n***as covered up behind the color and the choppa True colors represent the [?] n***as know that are not a mobster Only rich you see is the center block boy Writing fiction but you not a Author Looking left stiffing up your posture Wait, I'm getting off of topic Got a label we don't claim a genre b**h Cuz It ain't a genre Whole roster chalk full of rastas I been medicating so much lately Every day I got a different doctor, god damn [Chorus] See I was just the average Jo I coulda have a average job Was hungry and I wanted more But back then I had it all Before I drove the fancy cars Before I smoked with all the stars Was hungry and I wanted more Back then I had it all Back then I had it all Back then I had it all My family ain't gon never starve Tho back then I had it all