Garden of Eden
Yeah, check the rollie there's no time for a snake bitch
Came up out that garden kinda late bitch
Never catch me slipping I be sliding on em
My momma taught me better so I been a loner
Cuz I'm too old to deal with a fake bitch
Tryna get a ring she'll be lucky for a bracelet
Face the facts, I ain't Adam never had an Eve
All the pain I been through grew into another tree
You don't even know what you started
Bitch I'm the god of the garden
I can never trade sides like Harden
But I'm kicking bitches out like a Spartan
You don't even know what you started
You don't even know
You don't even know what you started
You don't even know
I can't lie and say you don't got my attention
Fuck it yeah I'm tempted, lil shawty you a temptress
So I might take that apple and find out just what I'm missing
But you can't tell nobody I don't need another witness
No I ain't Jehova going door to door, 44 more
I got logic under pressure but this story got me low
So grab another bottle and another one to go
If I'm breaking one rule might as well break some more
How you live like this
I ain't notice all the shit up in the crib like this
I know niggas got some issues bout the shit I did
But only God finna judge me yall some hypocrites
I still bump Big Krit and I can hum like Cudi
We started making some sin, and now I'm counting my money
Who knew it be like this, I can't believe this was fate
Thought I was good with my god until I gave up my faith
You don't even know what you started
Bitch I'm the god of the garden
I can never trade sides like Harden
But I'm kicking bitches out like a Spartan
You don't even know what you started
You don't even know
You don't even know what you started
You don't even know
You don't even know what you started
Bitch I'm the god of the garden
I can never trade sides like Harden
But I'm kicking bitches out like a Spartan
You don't even know what you started
You don't even know
You don't even know what you started
You don't even know
This is the beginning but I never been a Beta
All these women on me I can never be a player
Stay up on my side I ain't dealing with the traitors
Last nigga stepped and I put him in a crater
Yamcha
She might throw it back till her back talk
Stuck in one position nigga dealing with a cap lock
Looking down on me cuz I never been that tall
But we can take em all to trial, lil nigga Matlock
Yeah I'm the coldest in the city
Way a nigga dream chase J. Cole better get me
I can make a mill easy
Sending off shots to the top like a speakeasy
You ain't get the last line nigga read it
Know a nigga think he bad till I'm he-he-ing
Boy I'm hotter than a stove never pre-heating
Better throw away the Bible when you see demons
Aye, big-big dog on campus
I can't see a pussy nigga through my glass tint
Never put a nigga up against a has been
I can turn your whole squad into past tense
Yeah, who's real who capping
Been up in the same place no traction
They gon try and read a nigga no caption
Smoking on that pack that's ashes
Went too fast I'm crashing
Came up out that garden kinda late bitch
Never catch me slipping I be sliding on em
My momma taught me better so I been a loner
Cuz I'm too old to deal with a fake bitch
Tryna get a ring she'll be lucky for a bracelet
Face the facts, I ain't Adam never had an Eve
All the pain I been through grew into another tree
You don't even know what you started
Bitch I'm the god of the garden
I can never trade sides like Harden
But I'm kicking bitches out like a Spartan
You don't even know what you started
You don't even know
You don't even know what you started
You don't even know
I can't lie and say you don't got my attention
Fuck it yeah I'm tempted, lil shawty you a temptress
So I might take that apple and find out just what I'm missing
But you can't tell nobody I don't need another witness
No I ain't Jehova going door to door, 44 more
I got logic under pressure but this story got me low
So grab another bottle and another one to go
If I'm breaking one rule might as well break some more
How you live like this
I ain't notice all the shit up in the crib like this
I know niggas got some issues bout the shit I did
But only God finna judge me yall some hypocrites
I still bump Big Krit and I can hum like Cudi
We started making some sin, and now I'm counting my money
Who knew it be like this, I can't believe this was fate
Thought I was good with my god until I gave up my faith
You don't even know what you started
Bitch I'm the god of the garden
I can never trade sides like Harden
But I'm kicking bitches out like a Spartan
You don't even know what you started
You don't even know
You don't even know what you started
You don't even know
You don't even know what you started
Bitch I'm the god of the garden
I can never trade sides like Harden
But I'm kicking bitches out like a Spartan
You don't even know what you started
You don't even know
You don't even know what you started
You don't even know
This is the beginning but I never been a Beta
All these women on me I can never be a player
Stay up on my side I ain't dealing with the traitors
Last nigga stepped and I put him in a crater
Yamcha
She might throw it back till her back talk
Stuck in one position nigga dealing with a cap lock
Looking down on me cuz I never been that tall
But we can take em all to trial, lil nigga Matlock
Yeah I'm the coldest in the city
Way a nigga dream chase J. Cole better get me
I can make a mill easy
Sending off shots to the top like a speakeasy
You ain't get the last line nigga read it
Know a nigga think he bad till I'm he-he-ing
Boy I'm hotter than a stove never pre-heating
Better throw away the Bible when you see demons
Aye, big-big dog on campus
I can't see a pussy nigga through my glass tint
Never put a nigga up against a has been
I can turn your whole squad into past tense
Yeah, who's real who capping
Been up in the same place no traction
They gon try and read a nigga no caption
Smoking on that pack that's ashes
Went too fast I'm crashing
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Writer(s): Michael Forrest
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