I'm G.O.D.
Fiends got the scratch
My cousin cookin' up the batch
You know how it goes
Eyes through the blinds
Hand on the ratch
Life of paranoia
But that's where we at
I really don't give a fuck
As long as my pockets stay fat
Gotta bad bitch
Wit a good job
No scams on the side
She explode on my dick
Like the fourth of July
Fuck roasting a Rari
I'm in a 82 bucket
Roasting these tires
To the police
Like fuck it
Remember
Cops n robbers was a game that you played
Huh
We still play that game to this day
You playin' Grand Theft Auto
I play with grand theft auto
There's a difference
I may not be able to reboot tomorrow
No time for tears
Cuz no one really cares
All you're really taught
Is how to fear
Now run yo pockets
With this SIG to your ear
Biiiooow
Before there's nothing left to hear
Existence is brief
Now yo mama gotta grief
Why
CENSORED thief
Play like you don't know
And act like you don't see
Ah
Your arms too short to box with me
Your arms too short to box with me
If you ain't know
I'm referencin' I'm G.O.D.
Ah
Your arms too short to box with me
If you ain't know
I'm referencin' I'm G.O.D.
Now back to this criminal
I'ma sick mental twisted individual
Here we go
Again on this dolio
Full of bullet holes
Now you gotta holy flow
In life
Sometimes it's better not to know
Where to go
And watch the rise
Wit yo eyes
When the river flow
Not even a safe is safe
So where do you think is the safest place
Hmm
I could steal your voice and fake my face
I just wanted you to think about it for a second
While I make you my weapon
Oh so many tribulations
In this simple simulation
You can thank me
For this wonderful creation
A long way
From dank up in the basement
You could look
But ain't find no replacement
So play like you ain't know
And act like you don't see
Ah
Your arms too short to box with me
Your arms too short to box with me
If you ain't know
I'm referencin' I'm G.O.D.
Ah
Your arms too short to box with me
If you ain't know
I'm referencin' I'm G.O.D.
Ah
Your arms too short to box with me
Your arms too short to box with me
If you ain't know
I'm referencin' I'm G.O.D.
Ah
Your arms too short to box with me
If you ain't know
I'm referencin' I'm G.O.D.
Ah
Your arms too short to box with me
Your arms too short to box with me
If you ain't know
I'm referencin' I'm G.O.D.
Ah
Serial pimpin' at it's muthafuckin' finest
And if you ain't like us
Don't try to come and find us
My cousin cookin' up the batch
You know how it goes
Eyes through the blinds
Hand on the ratch
Life of paranoia
But that's where we at
I really don't give a fuck
As long as my pockets stay fat
Gotta bad bitch
Wit a good job
No scams on the side
She explode on my dick
Like the fourth of July
Fuck roasting a Rari
I'm in a 82 bucket
Roasting these tires
To the police
Like fuck it
Remember
Cops n robbers was a game that you played
Huh
We still play that game to this day
You playin' Grand Theft Auto
I play with grand theft auto
There's a difference
I may not be able to reboot tomorrow
No time for tears
Cuz no one really cares
All you're really taught
Is how to fear
Now run yo pockets
With this SIG to your ear
Biiiooow
Before there's nothing left to hear
Existence is brief
Now yo mama gotta grief
Why
CENSORED thief
Play like you don't know
And act like you don't see
Ah
Your arms too short to box with me
Your arms too short to box with me
If you ain't know
I'm referencin' I'm G.O.D.
Ah
Your arms too short to box with me
If you ain't know
I'm referencin' I'm G.O.D.
Now back to this criminal
I'ma sick mental twisted individual
Here we go
Again on this dolio
Full of bullet holes
Now you gotta holy flow
In life
Sometimes it's better not to know
Where to go
And watch the rise
Wit yo eyes
When the river flow
Not even a safe is safe
So where do you think is the safest place
Hmm
I could steal your voice and fake my face
I just wanted you to think about it for a second
While I make you my weapon
Oh so many tribulations
In this simple simulation
You can thank me
For this wonderful creation
A long way
From dank up in the basement
You could look
But ain't find no replacement
So play like you ain't know
And act like you don't see
Ah
Your arms too short to box with me
Your arms too short to box with me
If you ain't know
I'm referencin' I'm G.O.D.
Ah
Your arms too short to box with me
If you ain't know
I'm referencin' I'm G.O.D.
Ah
Your arms too short to box with me
Your arms too short to box with me
If you ain't know
I'm referencin' I'm G.O.D.
Ah
Your arms too short to box with me
If you ain't know
I'm referencin' I'm G.O.D.
Ah
Your arms too short to box with me
Your arms too short to box with me
If you ain't know
I'm referencin' I'm G.O.D.
Ah
Serial pimpin' at it's muthafuckin' finest
And if you ain't like us
Don't try to come and find us
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Writer(s): Rabbit Mask
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