[Chorus – Pastor AD3] You are not a goon That's not why he created you He made you for his glory In his image and his likeness
[Verse 1 – Json] Streets they shaped me raised me made me all about the fetty dough Toast I kept it close you never know when I’ma let it go Look me in my eyes got the kush to the fire Ratchet on my side down to push, I’m a rider This is all I know, do whatever for the cake Keep the fitty pulled low, you’ll tell a felon by his face My dream was movin’ weight, thinkin’ money over anything Dickies and some Dopemans before they rocked them skinny jeans Henny in my cup, thinking what, livin’ life man as fast as a race At sixteen my homie Gaylon lost half of his face Boyd had your boy gone, ill from whippin’ big Had to support the habit, now I’m a stick up kid Wasn’t young and unashamed, I’d rather die in the game A little fortune and fame, the streets remember my name, hey All that I’m sayin’ I done been in ya shoes And in ya tomb now i’m yellin’ at dudes …
[Chorus – Pastor AD3] You are not a goon That’s not why he created you He made you for his glory In his image and his likeness Lil homie I was you Grindin’ for that change and fame that made me Posted with that thang that bang to save me Till Christ came and man he changed me No homie you are not a goon
[Verse 2 – Thi'sl] I hit the block at 16 in a Cut Supreme My only dream, to put a brick up on a triple beam So I hit the hood hard, tryna get the cream My mindset’s to get more paper then I’ve ever seen I told the homie fast we bout to make it boom The hood made me crazy, full-blooded goon My back against the wall, I didn’t know what to do Thought I was really winnin’, but I was ‘bout to lose (Fast forward) Learned I was made for worship, that I was made with purpose Thought I was livin’ but I hadn’t even scratched the surface Learned I was made in his image, that’s what it do That’s why I’m here talking to you, lil homie you are not a goon
[Chorus – Pastor AD3]
[Verse 3 – Json] God made you in his image, not here to follow men OGs they may have raised you, but he made you to model him Your heart beats for the streets, homie I feel your grind God’s heart beats for the street, his son lived and died Would rise to give you peace, so why ride with the streets? Live your life as a goon, die and face God who’s a beast We rep God over beats, hope the hood get it soon He knew you from the womb to the tomb You weren’t made to be a goon