God Is Gracious lyrics - B.o.B

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

Cause 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 shit'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 niggas 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 ya'll could see it your self

Changed up, you need to be your self

Whatever the fuck that is

And fuck this rap shit

Whatever the fuck that is

It's more to Atlanta than just being a dumb black nigga

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 ass hair

Just so you could feel more black

Fuck it I'm back [?]

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

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 niggas covered up behind the color and the choppa

True colors represent the [?]

Niggas 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 bitch

Cause 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

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