Strong as Oak Styles P

[Intro: Aretha Franklin]
Arms have I
Strong as the oak
For this (this occasion) occasion (yes)

[Verse 1]
Is there a story that makes God cry?
Can I bring weed to Heaven to get God high?
They say the pineal gland is the God eye
Or the third one (third one)
Yours from the dictionary, Heaven is where my words from
(My word) Or maybe Hell
The gin in the crib can make your old lady crazy or your baby yell
You can hear my soul through the speakers in your JBL (listen)
That only take me a couple bars
Before I lust a chick, I would lust a car
Tryna beat time, a buck ninety'll up the odds
Before I stuffed paper, I would stuff cigars
Some smoke the pain away, some drink the pain away
Me? I take it in and breathe it out on a rainy day
Never a stingy nigga, willing to give the game away
Ghost stay low, yeah, I'm willin' to give the fame away

[Chorus: Aretha Franklin]
Arms have I
Strong as the oak
For this occasion
For this occasion