[INTRO — warm guitar plucks, deep bassline, soft percussion, distant stacked voices] (Mmm…) (God’s property…) (Never was yours…) (Never was yours…) [VERSE 1 — reggae/Afrobeat storytelling cadence] It all started when I was nine Skipped school, thought the whole damn world was mine Scarface playing every night on my TV Should’ve never let me watch that shit Made the wrong life look easy Said I’ma take the world by storm If not, then take it by force Young mind, wrong signs Still I stayed on course Told myself I’m built different Ain’t nobody stopping me Then I heard that little voice say, “Take what you want for free” [PRE-CHORUS — whispered voices, rhythmic call-and-response] (Take that…) (Make that…) (Don’t let nobody play that…) (If they cross you, pay back…) [CHORUS — melodic, simple, hooky] Voices in my head They keep on calling me “Do this, take that” Like life Monopoly Somebody take from you? You handle properly But what you always seem to miss— You’re God’s property (God’s property…) (God’s property…) [VERSE 2 — groove gets heavier, bass and percussion open up] By fifteen, I was outside Too young to know the truth Too grown to lose my pride Money in my pocket Had me walking like a king Devil on my shoulder saying, “Boy, go get everything” He said, “If they want respect, Then make ’em respect you” “If they ever cross that line, Make sure they regret you” Funny how that same voice Kept promising the world to me Never stopped to tell me once I’m still God’s property [CHORUS] Voices in my head They keep on calling me “Do this, take that” Like life Monopoly Somebody take from you? You handle properly But what you always seem to miss— You’re God’s property (God’s property…) (The streets don’t own you…) (God’s property…) [INSTRUMENTAL BREAK — Haitian/Caribbean guitar riff, Afro percussion, deep bass guitar groove] (Ooh…) (Mmm…) (Who you belong to?) [BRIDGE — drums pull back, stacked harmonies] Thought the money was mine Thought the block was mine Thought the gun was mine Thought the clock was mine Thought I owned my days Thought I owned my time Till I learned everything I held Was only borrowed for a while (Never was yours…) (Never was yours…) Every road I chose Every seed I sowed Even when I lost myself He never let me go [CALL & RESPONSE BREAK] (Who you belong to?) God’s property (Who owns your soul?) God’s property (When the streets call your name?) Don’t forget your identity (Who you belong to?) God’s property [FINAL CHORUS — bigger harmonies, melodic lift] Voices in my head Still keep on calling me “Do this, take that” Like life Monopoly But everything I thought was mine Was only temporary The streets never owned my soul— I’m God’s property Voices in my head Still try to bother me But now I know who holds my life And who I’m called to be Nothing in this world is mine No matter what I see The streets never owned me— I’m God’s property (God’s property…) (God’s property…) (Never belonged to the streets…) (God’s property…) [OUTRO — soft guitar, bassline, humming, fade] Thought the world was mine
