[Intro: DJ Mykael V]
This ain't nothin' to play wit'
This Bodega 2
Y'all thought we wasn't gonna get legendary wit' it?
What we talkin' 'bout man?
God always
[Verse 1: Lecrae]
Yo
Ayo, I bomb atomically
Religious ideologies and hypotheses can't define how I be droppin' these
Strong-arm robberies
No apologies
I take your beat and stomp it properly like God's property
The anomaly
Mixed theology with street philosophy
Ain’t scared to teach trigonometry so please don't bother me
They say “Lecrae is all about profits”, I mean probably
Isaiah, Jerimiah, and Daniel, all of the prophecies
Bodega in the mid-nineties, you can find me
Eatin' chop cheese, lookin' grimy with my crymies
Hangin' out the window, hustlin' with my kin folk
Petty theft for makin' transactions through the window
Swipe-scans bought the neighborhood, Super Nintendos
Dodgin' that arrestin' and rental was instrumental
God told me "Go make a demo," I took Him serious
Now all my boys in the hood callin' me furious
Dropped Jim's teachin', ghetto deacon on the weekend
Legal money, no cops creepin' while I'm sleepin'
God gave me two sixteens
One for the beats, and one for the clip
'Cause these haters is still scheming like
[Chorus: Am.Sunday]
A whisper in the wind, I know my God is calling
I heard it from the vine that this world will be fallin'
Heaven or Hell is on the way
That's not the same as yesterday
I heard it from the Lord that Rome will be fallin'
[Verse 2: J. Monty]
Young Monty
Jehovah been cheffing
Cookin' up batches of big lessons
The reason you can't die just yet, 'cause you in testin'
Digest, intestine, the pen is a weapon
Got Yahweh speaking through me like ventriloquist sessions
Atlanta students don't wanna carry the two and subtract
But they'll carry the tool and attract you if you move like a rat
He got a studio but he been stuffin' blues in a sack
And he tune me out when I say, "Choose between the music and that"
I told him, "You could be lyrical, YBN Cordae
So why be a criminal? Why be in court dates?"
Huh, listen lil' bro, I know the pivot is hard
But you can get sentenced to bars or turn a sentence to bars
Look, the rap with the drama, get the strap, get the gun
Get the brrat, hit your backpack, splat and you're flat in the Son if you're lackin' to get done
I done put so many rappers behind bars
They think I arrest like where your taxes is done
Okay, I'm healin' hip-hop, she been limpin' forever
I'm givin' her a cane Floridian weather liftin the level with Phillipian letters
No, I ain't violent, but it sit on the dresser
We goin' diamond, get the mineral presses, pressure
Killin' a rhymer as a general gesture on record
Pennin' piranhas, this the pinnacle, I pen a cool
Sixteen if it get mean, from the South where they even the score
Run your mouth, they gon' teach you to know
Thundercloud when I summon the summer sound
From under the underground with it
I'm shootin script to the Torah, tore a hole and a hunnid round with it
This the homophone master who left the label and built a home of owned masters
So close to God when He talkin', I told Him, "Hold my phone, Master"
I'm gone
[Chorus: Am.Sunday]
A whisper in the wind, I know our God is calling
I heard it from the vine that this world will be fallin'
Heaven or Hell is on the way
That's not the same as yesterday
I heard it from the Lord that Rome will be fallin'
[Verse 3: 350]
Who woulda known?
Boy, you couldn't walk a mile gettin' home
Gotta keep a big step, ten toes
Oh, you keep your head high? We know
But when the shots ringin' out, you get low
Get low, get low, get low, get-get-get-g-get-get low
Couldn't walk a mile in our shoes headed home
Keep it ten toes
[Outro: DJ Mykael V]
Yo, dimelo papa
Listen, I need you to play the hottest thing on the block right now
I need you to play that DJ Mykael V and 1995 right now
I need you to play that Bodega, Bodega
I need you to play that Bodega 2!
We've been waitin'
We've been waitin', the people's station
Play that joint, New York loves it
