Blasphmey

My jewels on godly
My neck on Jesus
My Wrist on On Allah
That's blasphemy on body
Worship the God son
I'm God sent
Grills color diamond
I'm Conscious
Without a conscience
That's a catch 22

Bitch i'm in my rare form
They're sleeping on me
Like chloroform
All this hating makes my dick hard
No embalming fluid
I'm the coroner
I'm off the shroom like a forager
Got me out this world like a foreigner
Chopping woods like a forester
I'm upper class no sophomore
In my rare form
Grey poi pom
On point like a pyramid
Period
I am so fucking superiour
One God up above
Trap god down below
So, the what fuck are they scared of

My jewels on godly
My neck on Jesus
My Wrist on On Allah
That's blasphemy on body
Worship the God son
I'm God sent
Grills color diamond
I'm Conscious
Without a Conscience
That's a Catch 22

Voices of demons and angels
We tripping out see a different angles
Reincarnate to someone i've been too
Bouta come get you w/ Krishna and Vishnu
You gone need a reverend
We too Godly, and we gone need our credit
I saw Buddha off of an edible
So he definitely blessing my brethren
Bow down to Lord bitch
Everyone's ready to worship
Yeah
That's what the Lord said
You know the earth is my turf kid
Clearing the surface
That's when the deities purging
Piling up bodies and corpses
Seems like these humans ain't learning
I got the Thoth Emerald Tablets
Stashed at the crib, couple more
Scrolls at the Vatican had tap in
With my nigga Shango, Horus
Roll up a spliff
Pass it to me then Anubis
Prometheus we sorta like twins
Call me the all father, Odin
Tell me who's better or who's worse
World move fast forward or reverse
I put my faith in, all these words and curses
Got me reading em like, bible verses
Some feel like they ain't worth it
If they don't follow a certain version
What good is prayer
You put no work in
Just look within you and find your purpose

My jewels on godly
My neck on Jesus
My Wrist on On Allah
That's blasphemy on body
Worship the God son
I'm God sent
Grills color diamond
I'm Conscious
Without a Conscience
That's a Catch 22

Fuck yall talking bout
We ain't got too much time left
Way I'm stressing
I can't catch a blessing
You gon learn a lesson
If you try an step
Bend the corner
All you hear is shell cases
Blue faces
Do a lot of reps
Hell raising
Yea I been crazy
I just kill 'em all
Til there's no one left
From the bottom of the belly
Aye
Venmo, cash app, Zelle
Hit me for some leve (Leverage)
Damn
Heard your bag ain't that heavy
Climbing up
Climbing up
Climbing up
We at the top
And that's why you not finding us
You out of line
And that's why they not lining up
Don't got the time
To keep crying, they blinding us
Y'all ain't seen Money
Turn your fam petty
Beef turn ya man's deady
Drugs turn ya brain jelly
Friendships turn Melly
That's what I call envy
Yea, yea
Sold ya soul for a penny
Scriptures, know I got plenty
Blasphemy what you selling
Your arguments compelling
The preacher won't stop yelling