please stop tryna be god
Put the thirty round on a nigga for sure
Donny died I had to tat me a boat
My grandpa died I had to fly coast to coast
Talking to God to touch all my bros
Please stop tryna be God
I know niggas in here they be tryna be God
They like, "you in your feelings, you tryna be Rod"
No I'm not tryna be gone
And you know it's drugs that I'm on
I know I'm Die For Nothing, I don't wanna get lost
Started from the bottom, I'm at the top
I know the lil' nigga shit is gon' flop
I know some niggas that hang around me be hating on the low
But that's okay, I don't feed into hate
If you wanna eat you can get you a plate
My doors suicide but I'm not suicidal
My doors suicide but I'm not suicidal
But I be thinking 'bout that shit (that shit)
Lately I been thinking 'bout that bitch
It don't even matter, I got a new hoe
But lately I don't give a fuck about hoes
I promise I never switch up on bro
I just do everything that I'm supposed to do
I swear it hurts the most when them niggas be close to you
So I'ma get close with the money
'Cause it's never gon' run away from me
Don't run away, don't run away from the truth
'Cause since a young age I been counting this blue
I been tryna stay true but that ain't my religion
I just want the bread some like a pigeon
Put a stone in his head 'cause he can't see the vision
Amber alert, how the nigga went missing
I'm in Detroit like a Piston
I know these fuck niggas pissed off
We gon' pull out the glick if he shit talk
Ah ah
Put the thirty round on a nigga for sure
Donny died I had to tat me a boat
My grandpa died I had to fly coast to coast
Talking to God to touch all my bros
Please stop tryna be God
I know niggas in here they be tryna be God
They like, "you in your feelings, you tryna be Rod"
No I'm not tryna be gone
Sorry mama but I'm tryna be gone
I smoke a blunt to get high in the sky
Look in the mirror I can't see my soul
I roll a Backwood without my eyes
Said to Nada, "I ain't tryna be God"
Shining like a star I don't need a light
Lean in my left hand, Glock in my right
Praying to God hope I don't lose this fight
Thinking to myself 'bout taking my life
Don't wanna try no more nigga feel tired
I said my heart got batteries that shit is dead
I got sum hundred dollar bills I count Benjamin's
These niggas be tryna be God but they not heaven sent
And I said I know some niggas that slime your percents
Sunday, cold I drip Vetements
DFN my shooters like veterans
And I say just don't do drugs kids take medicine
Slimey and sideways, man these niggas be bent
DFN got some men on a mission
Real racks, all cash my niggas make millions
All facts, no cap man y'all niggas be tripping
DFN all of my niggas dripping
Nada, Samir ball like Jordan and Pippen
Nada, Samir bitch we sold out the tickets
Move like the President bitch I'm like Nixon
Not in the mix but I'm mafucking mixing
Whole lot of money on me, did I mention?
I got some old money got the dementia
I get the money got rags to the riches
Like Nada say, "what do I need from these bitches?"
I keep my thirty on me and the clip is extended
Put the thirty round on a nigga for sure
Donny died I had to tat me a boat
My grandpa died I had to fly coast to coast
Talking to God to touch all my bros (talking to God)
Please stop tryna be God
I know niggas in here they be tryna be God
They like, "you in your feelings, you tryna be Rod"
No I'm not tryna be gone
Donny died I had to tat me a boat
My grandpa died I had to fly coast to coast
Talking to God to touch all my bros
Please stop tryna be God
I know niggas in here they be tryna be God
They like, "you in your feelings, you tryna be Rod"
No I'm not tryna be gone
And you know it's drugs that I'm on
I know I'm Die For Nothing, I don't wanna get lost
Started from the bottom, I'm at the top
I know the lil' nigga shit is gon' flop
I know some niggas that hang around me be hating on the low
But that's okay, I don't feed into hate
If you wanna eat you can get you a plate
My doors suicide but I'm not suicidal
My doors suicide but I'm not suicidal
But I be thinking 'bout that shit (that shit)
Lately I been thinking 'bout that bitch
It don't even matter, I got a new hoe
But lately I don't give a fuck about hoes
I promise I never switch up on bro
I just do everything that I'm supposed to do
I swear it hurts the most when them niggas be close to you
So I'ma get close with the money
'Cause it's never gon' run away from me
Don't run away, don't run away from the truth
'Cause since a young age I been counting this blue
I been tryna stay true but that ain't my religion
I just want the bread some like a pigeon
Put a stone in his head 'cause he can't see the vision
Amber alert, how the nigga went missing
I'm in Detroit like a Piston
I know these fuck niggas pissed off
We gon' pull out the glick if he shit talk
Ah ah
Put the thirty round on a nigga for sure
Donny died I had to tat me a boat
My grandpa died I had to fly coast to coast
Talking to God to touch all my bros
Please stop tryna be God
I know niggas in here they be tryna be God
They like, "you in your feelings, you tryna be Rod"
No I'm not tryna be gone
Sorry mama but I'm tryna be gone
I smoke a blunt to get high in the sky
Look in the mirror I can't see my soul
I roll a Backwood without my eyes
Said to Nada, "I ain't tryna be God"
Shining like a star I don't need a light
Lean in my left hand, Glock in my right
Praying to God hope I don't lose this fight
Thinking to myself 'bout taking my life
Don't wanna try no more nigga feel tired
I said my heart got batteries that shit is dead
I got sum hundred dollar bills I count Benjamin's
These niggas be tryna be God but they not heaven sent
And I said I know some niggas that slime your percents
Sunday, cold I drip Vetements
DFN my shooters like veterans
And I say just don't do drugs kids take medicine
Slimey and sideways, man these niggas be bent
DFN got some men on a mission
Real racks, all cash my niggas make millions
All facts, no cap man y'all niggas be tripping
DFN all of my niggas dripping
Nada, Samir ball like Jordan and Pippen
Nada, Samir bitch we sold out the tickets
Move like the President bitch I'm like Nixon
Not in the mix but I'm mafucking mixing
Whole lot of money on me, did I mention?
I got some old money got the dementia
I get the money got rags to the riches
Like Nada say, "what do I need from these bitches?"
I keep my thirty on me and the clip is extended
Put the thirty round on a nigga for sure
Donny died I had to tat me a boat
My grandpa died I had to fly coast to coast
Talking to God to touch all my bros (talking to God)
Please stop tryna be God
I know niggas in here they be tryna be God
They like, "you in your feelings, you tryna be Rod"
No I'm not tryna be gone
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Writer(s): Aj Rogers
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