I'm a God
Ya, little bitch I'm a God
I prolly die on the cross, yuh
Ya, little bitch I'm a God
I prolly die on the cross, yuh
Ya, little bitch I'm a God
I prolly die on the cross, yuh
Ya, little bitch I'm a God
I prolly die on the cross, yuh
They standin' still like they waitin' for somethin'
I'm eatin' beats 'til I'm breakin' a button
You waitin' in line for a shake and a muffin
While beat makers send me they tapes by the dozen
Bitch I'm a God
They think I'm not
I prove 'em wrong when they look at me odd
This my universe
You can't spit a verse
Better than me
A hundred seven degrees
If the beat don't melt that's a hell of a beat
You all over the girl, but I'm lettin' her breathe
'Til we back to the pad, than you better believe
Under Adam's apple, I'm a sweater to she
Rapper try to race, I hit the pedal and leave
I'm already better than what they settle to be
I be sippin' tea, 'fore they kettle'll steam
And to me, all your bars, hella smell of disease
Ya, little bitch I'm a God
I prolly die on the cross, yuh
Ya, little bitch I'm a God
I prolly die on the cross, yuh
Ya, little bitch I'm a God
I prolly die on the cross, yuh
Ya, little bitch I'm a God
I prolly die on the cross, yuh
The pen is a weapon, and I gotta packet
I pull up with paperclips, makin' some racket
I'm spittin' them bars but I'm skippin' the static
Even my throwaways, sharp as a hatchet
I bet if you tried that you still couldn't grasp it
The flow is so deep, and it's vicious and rapid
Attackin' the track in the waters with Krakens
It's slappin', you drownin', you not in my bracket
Angel in disguise
High, I'm in the skies
Boy I got the drive
You just in the ride
You just ridin' waves
Oh wait by the way
I make tidal waves
Ain't no time to wait
Damn
I snap a bowl that's a gram
Takin' these pictures they know I'm the man
And you know if they be talkin' shit I flip a
Bird in the sky with my scrotum in hand
Ya, little bitch I'm a God
I prolly die on the cross, yuh
Ya, little bitch I'm a God
I prolly die on the cross, yuh
Ya, little bitch I'm a God
I prolly die on the cross, yuh
Ya, little bitch I'm a God
I prolly die on the cross, yuh
Shaggy J, they know the name
I torch the game, like Notre Dame
I rolI the dank, I hold the flame
I'm tryin' to buzz, no novacaine
They tryin' to bite, like cobra fangs
Got energy like solar rays
I'm always fly, won't float away
They jack my shit, pull a shoulder blade
I been dope
Don't need a zodiac sign to know
I've known that I'm the goat
Rappers are square but they try to roll
I'm up in the clouds, gotta fly to go
I'm in a grindin' zone
Spaz on the mic and my eyes are closed
I got the knowledge they pry to know
My words are red, not in the Bible though, aye
That's when they fallin' back
Droppin' they top, like a Pontiac
They gettin' heart attacks
Yagami wasn't a part a that
No Death Notes, swimmin' in women givin' 'em breast strokes
Dream's, get my middle ring, frozen I won't let go
I know when they flexin' and lyin' they get a stretched nose
I been off the wall, you a gecko, aye
Ya, little bitch I'm a God
I prolly die on the cross, yuh
Ya, little bitch I'm a God
I prolly die on the cross, yuh
Ya, little bitch I'm a God
I prolly die on the cross, yuh
Ya, little bitch I'm a God
I prolly die on the cross, yuh
I prolly die on the cross, yuh
Ya, little bitch I'm a God
I prolly die on the cross, yuh
Ya, little bitch I'm a God
I prolly die on the cross, yuh
Ya, little bitch I'm a God
I prolly die on the cross, yuh
They standin' still like they waitin' for somethin'
I'm eatin' beats 'til I'm breakin' a button
You waitin' in line for a shake and a muffin
While beat makers send me they tapes by the dozen
Bitch I'm a God
They think I'm not
I prove 'em wrong when they look at me odd
This my universe
You can't spit a verse
Better than me
A hundred seven degrees
If the beat don't melt that's a hell of a beat
You all over the girl, but I'm lettin' her breathe
'Til we back to the pad, than you better believe
Under Adam's apple, I'm a sweater to she
Rapper try to race, I hit the pedal and leave
I'm already better than what they settle to be
I be sippin' tea, 'fore they kettle'll steam
And to me, all your bars, hella smell of disease
Ya, little bitch I'm a God
I prolly die on the cross, yuh
Ya, little bitch I'm a God
I prolly die on the cross, yuh
Ya, little bitch I'm a God
I prolly die on the cross, yuh
Ya, little bitch I'm a God
I prolly die on the cross, yuh
The pen is a weapon, and I gotta packet
I pull up with paperclips, makin' some racket
I'm spittin' them bars but I'm skippin' the static
Even my throwaways, sharp as a hatchet
I bet if you tried that you still couldn't grasp it
The flow is so deep, and it's vicious and rapid
Attackin' the track in the waters with Krakens
It's slappin', you drownin', you not in my bracket
Angel in disguise
High, I'm in the skies
Boy I got the drive
You just in the ride
You just ridin' waves
Oh wait by the way
I make tidal waves
Ain't no time to wait
Damn
I snap a bowl that's a gram
Takin' these pictures they know I'm the man
And you know if they be talkin' shit I flip a
Bird in the sky with my scrotum in hand
Ya, little bitch I'm a God
I prolly die on the cross, yuh
Ya, little bitch I'm a God
I prolly die on the cross, yuh
Ya, little bitch I'm a God
I prolly die on the cross, yuh
Ya, little bitch I'm a God
I prolly die on the cross, yuh
Shaggy J, they know the name
I torch the game, like Notre Dame
I rolI the dank, I hold the flame
I'm tryin' to buzz, no novacaine
They tryin' to bite, like cobra fangs
Got energy like solar rays
I'm always fly, won't float away
They jack my shit, pull a shoulder blade
I been dope
Don't need a zodiac sign to know
I've known that I'm the goat
Rappers are square but they try to roll
I'm up in the clouds, gotta fly to go
I'm in a grindin' zone
Spaz on the mic and my eyes are closed
I got the knowledge they pry to know
My words are red, not in the Bible though, aye
That's when they fallin' back
Droppin' they top, like a Pontiac
They gettin' heart attacks
Yagami wasn't a part a that
No Death Notes, swimmin' in women givin' 'em breast strokes
Dream's, get my middle ring, frozen I won't let go
I know when they flexin' and lyin' they get a stretched nose
I been off the wall, you a gecko, aye
Ya, little bitch I'm a God
I prolly die on the cross, yuh
Ya, little bitch I'm a God
I prolly die on the cross, yuh
Ya, little bitch I'm a God
I prolly die on the cross, yuh
Ya, little bitch I'm a God
I prolly die on the cross, yuh
Credits
Writer(s): Mason Sellers
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