The G.O.D

Born to hold the crown ain't
No way you can replace me

When it comes to infamy I'm
Right behind John fucking Gacy

Bout to find yo bitch and make
Her swallow cream like Bailey's

The game is too complacent and
These lames are too damn lazy

Got my money up so I
Put Simon on my belt

Walkin with a fake smile
Lying to myself

(Yeah, Yeah)
All this damage dealt

So deep in these pills
Bitch I think I really need some Fucking help

(Yeah)

From cutting trees
To smoking p's

I'm in this bitch
Stay poppin beans

Serving all the custys like
They all my motherfuckin fiends

Got yo girl she suckin D
I might just break her fuckin spleen
Double cup I'm sippin lean
Bitch I'm the G.O.D



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Writer(s): Julian Lopez
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